Fade into you

I love old pines....the smell, the forest floor they contribute to - the warmth and softness.... tiny canopy gaps where stars poke through high above in the darkest hours- they're home, a safe place even when all around is dark a place I can just fade into ♥

 

I even chose the pine forest by my childhood home to bunk off school - a good book and a pack of fags, few club bars (mint has always been my preference) better than all that school socialising and I hated English - 2 doubles on a Wednesday.

 

We camped as teenagers by the river on the soft floor though I definitely remember cold toes but so happy hearted a rite of passage - though perhaps more so the milkman clocking me walking home and telling the parents when I'm 'sleeping at a friends'

 

I felt steady as a teenager life before me, strong and ready..........been wobbling a bit ever since

but just like those nights grew into mornings we have to grow into ourselves - even if i do wobble, I suppose I'm less fade and more fall though 🙈

Done