Beautiful Like the Creek

The forest is a refuge. Senses are sharpened, details are noticed and time slows to a pace that is more... natural.

"I've never done sewing in the forest before. I like it." A preschooler commented.

"Me too. I like it better down here." Another added.

"Why is that," I asked.

"Hmmm. Maybe because we're outside. Most things are more fun outside," his friend observed.

"What about up on the playscape at school?" I probed.

"That's different."

"How so?"

Several moments passed before any of the boys answered. They were focused on the task at hand: decorating a birthday crown for their friend.

Finally, after securing a button, the sewer looked over at me and said simply"The creek. The creek is down here."

"Yeah! I think the creek is really pretty," his classmate agreed, without looking up from his needle and thread.