Sense of the Forest

I am nestled on the forest floor, It’s summer, and there is an ethereal feeling of peace I gaze past the trees, into a gorgeous blue sky Has she ever been this blue before? I sense a woodland creature watching me. I am silent, not moving. Could it be deer? Skunk? A tiny snake, nearly invisible, wiggles down the trunk of an oak. I would not have noticed him if I had not sensed him. But I have precognition, and I had felt him watching me. There is a soft breeze. It is the perfect day. I feel safer than safe. I close my eyes. I am home.