A place of healing
I met a New Zealander, far from home. The old healer told me what had drawn them to this place.
So I walked to this clearing, used since before recorded history.
Tall fire scarred gums towered around the clearing, touching the mist in the sky above above and bringing tendrils to the ground. Clumps of golden everlasting daisies peppered the ground.
Near the place, the atmosphere changed a little. The air became heavy. I lost the ability to remember names. And I became light.
Until the place released me I sat and watched the wind play in the trees around me.