Close your eyes, and imagine a path in front of you. The ground is packed dirt, and to each side, there are trees, branches arching over the trail in riots of orange and strawberry and brown. As you travel down the path, leaves crunch beneath you and birds chirp and trill in achingly beautiful song. The air smells of moisture and the subtle musk of season's change.
You move slowly at first, savoring the sights, the gentle breeze whispering against your clothes, the ground even, sloping slowly downward. It's sunrise, and the sky is pinking with beauty. As you move, you can see your breath in front of you. You don't feel cold, though. You feel vibrantly alive.
You pick up the pace. You're practically flying down the path now, smile stretching your face wide. You move through splash after splash of sunlight as it begins to dapple its way through the leaves. The light feels warm and soothing.
Leveling out, you see the sun bright ahead, then hear the chiming burble of a small waterfall solidify into a low roar as you draw close to the end of the path. You look to the right, and there it is. The water splashes and jumps from stream to fall to lake, and you know the trees you followed to this place are nourished by it. You feel nourished too, comforted by the sounds surrounding you.
You move to the lake's edge, slow now, mist from the waterfall softly cooling your side. It's beautiful here. You know that the world is full of life, and sometimes life is harsh, but here there's just birdsong, water, breeze, and trees, and that is enough. Just like the trees, with their old, thick trucks, you will grow to meet problems in your life.
When you need a reminder, the path and water, the birds and trees, and the fall leaves will be here. They will show you that all things grow and change, and there is beauty in that.
Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes and return to the space you are in.
