9. She circled the frozen pond in silence again, sorting her thoughts, focused, the cold air nibbling unnoticed on her fingertips and nose.
— Sylvan Soliloquy (@SylvanSoliloquy) February 7, 2013
Walking through a wood, listening to and watching the nuances that color its sylvan voice, is like observing a soliloquist on stage. Though present, we remain distant, observing from a position of safety. Affairs of life slip into restful slumber, senses breathe again, clarity emerges. Perhaps you will experience something similar in reading the reflections of my wanderings. Perhaps you will find it a sort of sylvan soliloquy that helps you make sense of your own story.
syl • van
syl • van : of, relating to, or characteristic of the woods or forest
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