Greytree and Heavensea
Breathing is easier in Sassnitz. There, a faster light and the leaves in May like butterflies on the delicate branches. The ground around the beeches seems closer, no need for escape. The muscles relax. Grey trees that know me: from the Carpathian Ridge I come, from a beech land left behind. In Sassnitz, a sea at the edge of the forest. It cannot snap at me. It throws back the light and knows all the greys. Then we stand at this edge with arms and branches and roots that grasp and nourish each other, and nothing hurts anymore.