It’s still dark, sunrise won’t be here for at least another half an hour. I can only feel the mighty presence of the Redwoods in the stillness of the black night.
I weave slowly along the curves of the road as the shapes of elk dot the meadows. One comes out into the road right in front of the car, stares at me for a curious moment, then disappears. I swear we connected for just a moment.
I find a grove just as the morning light fully shows me the forest. It’s a powerful feeling to be in the midst of such old growth, survivors of what this earth can throw at you, guardians of this wonderful planet.
I fall to my knees and pray, thankful to be here in this moment, at peace with myself and this ever-changing world.