Light falls like amber on the beckoning beyond
Over the shoulder of these trees
Into the secret spaces
In between
.
Piebald bank of moss and leaves
Breathes
.
Never was I so alive
this fragile tent
a blog about small beautiful things
Light falls like amber on the beckoning beyond
Over the shoulder of these trees
Into the secret spaces
In between
.
Piebald bank of moss and leaves
Breathes
.
Never was I so alive
this fragile tent 
Oh my, that is a great capture.