The Pine Wood in Rain: A slow walk under a whispering canopy

Edwin Marsh

Rain finds the forest before it finds you, ticking through the high branches long before the first drop lands on your shoulder. This is a slow walk under pine and needle, paced to the sound of water finding its way down through layers of green: the hush that settles over a canopy in a soft rain, the particular scent of wet bark, and the quiet rhythm of a path with nowhere urgent to be. Calm, unhurried, and easy to return to.