Seedlings of Sprout
Standing at the edge of the forest, she slowly takes a single step backward. Her foot fixes firmly upon the gentle cushion of verdant pasture behind her. It welcomes her questioning step tenderly but firmly into its assuring embrace. She knows she is safe with one foot planted securely in the meadow behind her. Knowing the other foot will eventually follow in time, she exhales. Relief pouring out of the fabric of her lungs as they perceive their ability to breathe again.