Walking through forest mist on a summer morning is a cold, cleansing, revitalizing bath: the slip-slap of soaked leafy branches laundering my bare arms. The rain stopped hours ago, but the trees are dripping enchantment. Yesterday's wild blooms are ravaged. Green energy seeps into my bloodstream, stills my spirit like the river, calmed after the storm.

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017