The quivering pines continue to hum with the persistent wind. Their sound is like the light; countless vibrations dispersed through the air, so that they are everywhere and nowhere, enveloping me as my thoughts reach out to envelop the forest, the freshened streams that rush glimmering seaward, the dew-sprinkled meadows scanned by bright-eyed grazing deer, the sleeping birds huddled in warm nests, the burgeoning fungi adding their dank scent to the odor emitted by fallen trees returning to the soil. I envision it all as the night reveals it with this pervasive glow of cloud-powdered moonlight.
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The Luminous Night
The quivering pines continue to hum with the persistent wind. Their sound is like the light; countless vibrations dispersed through the air, so that they are everywhere and nowhere, enveloping me as my thoughts reach out to envelop the forest, the freshened streams that rush glimmering seaward, the dew-sprinkled meadows scanned by bright-eyed grazing deer, the sleeping birds huddled in warm nests, the burgeoning fungi adding their dank scent to the odor emitted by fallen trees returning to the soil. I envision it all as the night reveals it with this pervasive glow of cloud-powdered moonlight.
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