Nature friend
A Visit from a Friend
Each morning, she comes—not because I call her, but because she chooses to. She is free and untethered, finds her way to my riverbank, spends a little time here, then returns to the place she calls home. That is her nature.
There are no fences between us, no conditions. Just quiet visits, quiet presence. She knows she is welcome, and I know she is free.
In this small, everyday rhythm, I am reminded: real connection doesn’t cling. It allows space. It trusts. And it cherishes the moment, however brief.
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