The tall birch reach to the heavens.  As I walk in the woods up north, the sun kisses the tree line.  I’m reminded of other peaceful moments here spent dreaming, taking in the crisp air.  It refreshes my soul and the smell of wet leaves as the sun melts the morning frost inspires me.  This time I spend alone with my thoughts and a warm cup of tea greeting my day.  I am always thankful to the woods for sharing her space with me.