Homesick for walking through forests, for the sound of water, for snow.
For the quiet filled with sounds of birds and branches swaying in the wind.
For filling the lungs with chilly, fragrant air.
Homesick for a time without masks, when we were free to travel and immerse ourselves in beauty rather than watching it on the screen. Yes, it came to that, I am sitting in front of the screen photographing nature documentaries on Yellowstone. If I can not go to the forests, at least I can bring the forest to me. Hopefully not for much longer.