Coming back from clarity my eyes behold before me, the road that will lead us all home.
Visions of misty sensations in the carved out logs.
Candle light dancing within the cracks of age.
The air is thick and full of life.
As the weight in my head makes it fall to the side of the tub.
As beautiful ora's are brighting and rejuvenating our souls and bodies.
Breathing in and out.
Soaking for hours in the cool rain, slowly trickling down my spine.