A gentle rain is scenting the dry places along the trail as we climb through the forest. The vibrant green of Spring grass opens the heart. Music from a tinkling brook echoes the gratitude we are feeling. Here, we follow our instinct. We leave all that is learned behind and surrender to the knowing.
from flower to flower
pure white and breathing
© Xenia Tran
Wishing you all a happy Monday,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Settings: f/1.8 – 1/1250 s – ISO 200, f/1.8 – 1/1250 s – ISO 180 and f/5 – 1/1250 s – ISO 1000.
PI Poetry Prompt: Butterfly