The breeze sweeps in all directions, wild and untamed, like an uncontrolled fire. Its embrace brings a calm sense of comfort, the scent of wet grass filling my lungs. The clouds that once hovered above now linger on the ground, forming a thick, white veil that barely lets light through. Nature’s lullaby guides me toward peace, as the once-unknown path becomes familiar.

This distant memory feels like sand swept away by the tide—once lost, now returned. It was a custom of mine to walk this path before sundown, and the nostalgia brings me back to my senses. The short grass pricks my fingers, rustling softly as it dances with the wind. A deep longing settles in as I lie in this misty land, surrounded by the embrace of nature. The stars above glitter like treasures, almost within reach, as the cold midnight air wraps around me. This path, shrouded in mist and memory, offers a beautiful reminder of nature’s quiet solace.