The forest, GPS and I.

It is nigh time and I sit in my quiet car 

lost in the middle of the forest 

sound is muffled by the thickness 

of branches and foliages 

 the air fresh and heavy with mist 

carries the acrid smell of pine trees

In the silent loneliness and company of my senses

I listen to the whispering of my thoughts

like the call of the owl in the hearts of mice