Where tires reach the end of the road and only your footsteps can take you further, you have arrived. For the trees open.

A quiet place, hidden away, far in the deep woods, filled with timeless joys.
The flora knows you and names you to others, the wind rushes to greet you too, and the water ripples its welcome.

There is nowhere like it; it cannot be replicated, reimagined or moved,
because it was born out of the particular ground and specific sky between which it spreads. You have been given the freedom of this place.

The freedom of snowfall and sunlight, as leaves, shrubs and centuries’ old trees speak of you.
The land nourishes you.
It reaches out with seasonal delights so you can taste nature’s flavour.

The sky paints you,
standing in the foreground,
with summer trails, fall fire pits, winter white and spring bloom around.

You can stay here, as long as you’d like.
Each residence watches the ever-changing landscape
and has grown fond of the reds, greens and blues.
As they have of it.

It matters little that the seasons change, that there is a sense of transience
and the moments are ephemeral.
This makes your stay so much more precious.

Knowing that when you leave here,
everything will grow, spread, change, transfigure,
waiting for the moment they once again hear your footsteps on the ground,
and rush to welcome you.