When I gaze upon the emerald leaves of the tallest trees, I see the memories of countless generations that have sought refuge in their branches. Their lives and stories are etched into the very veins of these leaves, and in those moments, I witness this forest’s enduring legacy. But it is during the twilight hours that my vision truly awakens.
As the sun dips below the horizon, bathing the forest in a soft glow, I stand on a mossy knoll with my antlers reaching toward the heavens. As the ﬁrst stars appear in the evening sky, my eyes capture their light. In those moments, I see the secrets of the ages—the birth and death of stars the dance of galaxies across the vast expanse of the universe. I am a bridge between the terrestrial and the celestial.
~ Robert David Atkinson