Night Brews, and All The Mysteries Descend Upon The Forest

I want to give you the gift of how the forest feels at night. Of the way the forest descends into darkness. And the magic of the earth brews. Every night, a new fairy story. Creatures come out. Plants unfurl. Even fungi do something. As the night descends the heat of the day ascends into the sky. Radiating out of the earth like the warm magnificence of love. The magic of the forest manifests itself. Loving itself for being itself. For its own sake. Glorious and rich and abundant with its own beauty

Basking in its own beauty 

Basking in its own glory

Basking its own mystery

Can you tell I am back in Luxembourg

Thank you

I wish you all the magic and the mystery of knowing the forest at night