It's Coming
She needed a break from the glare and the constant notifications. Living in the world through screens, artificial light, and influencers that mold the influenced. She imagined the trees long and high into the never-ending sky. The creatures chatting up a storm, the warmth and soft humidity caressing her skin. She breathed in the moss growing on the north side of the tree, the sweet wood breathing out slow, slow enough for her to feel the gentle rumble of the roots below her feet. Her toes digging into the soft grass, her lungs contracting and expanding.