Come with me now, to the time after the hot pools. Feel the golden weight of the earth’s heat in your limbs, suffusing your movements with a divine deliberance. The sky is dark, picked out in starlight far above. The moon has yet to rise.
Back along the forest path, a mere pen light to aid your eyes. The padding of feet over the wet ground. The car sputters to life, and the directions left by those who have gone before echo in your ears. Five miles along the winding forest road.
Through the trees, a light waving in the darkness. Through the mist, a softly banked fire. Backtrack and take the turn, and we have been found, have found. Tribe and campfire.
The firepit holds the glowing coals of a fire gone before. Toss on some more wood, sit around it, share the drawing close of the day. The meadow about is flat, and the grass is laden with dew. The sound of a river trickles through clearly, nearby.
Tarp and bedroll, woolen coat to cover us all. Lie down with me now, the grass standing tall. Recline and gaze up, a million miles of stars, spangling the night sky. The trees cup perception on all sides, reaching up into the vast darkness. Here on the ground, here on the earth, far far below we lie. Small and breathing, heart beating in the susurrous of life all around.
Close your eyes. The stars shall bathe your lids with their ancient glittering light. Close you eyes, for compared to their distance, our nothingness becomes comforting.
Loose your mind to spin the dreams silk.
Light creeps over the trees. Warm and comforting globe, patting your skin.
Steam rises from the meadow. Steam rises from your woolen blanket.
A new day.
Wherever you are, Be There 