✍️ One way to hug the world

 

The forest didn’t ask who he was or where he came from.

It only opened.

Light slipped between the trees, and for a moment, everything stood still—the shadows, the breath, the weight of the day.

He spread his arms, not to claim the place, but to meet it. The trees answered by standing tall.

The light answered by staying.

Nothing needed to be said.

Some hugs are silent.

Some are wide enough to include the world.