Wild places, calm faces.

The mountains are calling and I have no signal.

Fog rolling in, worries rolling out.

A meadow kind of mood.

No filter could improve this.

Out in the open, where I belong.

Hills, valleys and the road between.

Woke up to birds, not alarms.

Breathe in the pine, breathe out the stress.

Earth is pretty cool, honestly.

Following the sound of the waterfall.

Picked flowers, not fights.

Grass between my toes, peace in my soul.

Unplug, go outside, breathe.

Growing wild and free.

Tide pools and tiny wonders.