Terre de Bois Miller Harris 2000

A breath of moss-fresh day and soft moonlight at dawn clouds my senses. Weak notes of wet wood and breaking forest soil pass by. Where am I? How did I get here? I am in the middle of a light wooded hill in an unknown area. The wind hums a bright song, gives a subtle concert together with leaves and grasses. In the distance, in soft grey tones with a silvery shimmering silhouette, I recognize another hill. Further down, wafts of mist. Around me old, bony deciduous wood, occupied by lichens since eternity. The light fringe around the big hill becomes more intense and again I hear shreds of a distant melody. Bright, light, from a forgotten time and yet somehow familiar. Similarly familiar as this seemingly original nature, powerful, impressive, balanced.

Again this song sounds from far away, now clearer, clearer. I feel a draught behind me, turn around, hear a voice, spherical like echo. What I perceive, I can not classify, evaluate. The impressions go beyond all my previous experiences. I almost feel like a child, recording everything. Again the wind blows sounds to my ear which seem to fascinate me. Again I feel a draft of air like a light vortex in the center of which I am. Leaves move, the morning haze dances with them. What seems almost ghostly leaves me amazingly calm. It is the voice, meanwhile several times overlaid in the interplay with the wind. A whisper, whispering, familiar even without understanding a word. I know you, but I don't recognize you. In the meantime, it has become light. In the morning dew spider webs glisten, the voice I locate now in the haze down in the valley.

I stomp down over the soft forest floor into the fog. I'm tempted. I have no explanation. Almost magically magnetic I move step by step purposefully into the white nothingness, curious like never before. And again the wind sweeps around me and breathes my name into my ear. Now I recognize the voice. It's my favorite fairy. The fog lifts and before it completely disappears, I suddenly feel strangely warm. I am briefly blinded and wake up with a wide smile.