Rocky ledge ending gift of patience

The ledge looks sharp but the wind is soft today. Leafy guides Max to land and breathe slow. A tucked corner hides the missing pouch under a flat stone. 


The forest held it safe until hurry passed. Max laughs then grows quiet. I raced my worry and lost my care. Leafy nods. We found it when we moved with patience. 


They tie the pouch and thank the ledge and the wind. Hearts feel light.