The whisper of the earth beneath bare feet
The grass beneath my feet was soft and damp.
The mist embraced my skin, as if the air itself had come alive.
I stood barefoot, and everything around me felt unreal, as though I had stepped into my own dream.
A horse grazed quietly nearby,
and something subtle passed between us - a silent acceptance.
It was a moment where my soul exhaled and softly said:
'I'm home.'