Moving on

We had spent enough time roaming about, so after one last look at what lay beyond the fence, it was time to move on. 

Beyond the fence

No cars drove down the dusty road to disturb the serenity of the woods. There was hardly a sound but that of nature and I could feel my mind drift to silence.

And the temple was across the fence, plain in view, but out of reach.

Wilderness

 

Wherever we turned, it was the same wilderness. Tamed, but free. And when you're surrounded by nothing but clarity, it's easy to focus on the simple things.