few places strike my core as deeply as the redwoods do. along the coast. deep in the cool tones. it
few places strike my core as deeply as the redwoods do. along the coast. deep in the cool tones. it feels like walking in the front door of your most nostalgic home. like you’re always being watched, but without a drop of fear. i always breathe the deepest when I’m here. always feel the calm wash over dimly lit fern, moss and clover covered forest floors. and with the sharpness of waking from a dream, transitioning from that world to this one, i walk out past the giants and expand onto the coast. sea breeze pushed by the crushing waves. it tries to wipe away the unseen that wraps around you while inside the woods, like the world inside a dream, populated by spirits and entities, but all it does is amplify that feeling of familiarity (at Northern California) -- source link