Apollyon.

I am one with Mother Nature as she is with me.

Walking through the forest for the first time in ages..

The cold nightly air brushes against this cheek, like the comforting hand of a mother.

Resting our hand on a nearby tree, its energy flows with this body.

Following its roots,

Past the deeper forest and all the animals who are resting,

The forest parts to pond in the midst of a clearing.

Taking a seat, watching the fish swim around as their spirits dance around us, as if meeting an old friend.

Looking up at the night sky, everything goes silent and eerie; even the fish are quiet.

Is someone here?

A voice breaks the solace of the quiet forest.

“I thought I might find you here.. or at the mountain I guess- either way I'm glad you're okay.”

- Just... thinking. Connecting with nature, you know.

Pretty okay right now. -

“of course. Thinking about what exactly?”

- Take a seat first, hard to explain with words. -

The person takes a seat beside us.

“well?”

- Do you hear how quiet it is.. Can you feel it?

That's what we strive for, the soul to have this calmness. -

“I don't think I do I'm afraid, I'm not "in-tune" as you are sadly.”

Our hand rests onto the back of theirs, without speaking a sound.

Feeling their energy and they ours, a warm comfort washes over as if someone was waking up from a bad dream.

As if someone is understanding, all at once.

No words are spoken.

Nor do they need to.

Existing in the moment, in nature, feeling souls intertwine; even for a moment.

The quiet air gets filled with a voice yet again.

“are you an angel?”

- I.. do not know, doubt it. But...

Thought you never believed in this sort of thing. -

“I don't, but I believe in whatever you are, hahaha.”

- Of course you say that... -

A brief silence.

“y'know... actually I think I might call you that from now on, Angel, got a nice ring to it.”