"There's something spiritual here. Something that welcomes you home. It never turns you away. It's as steadfast as the lighthouses welcoming the ships back to harbor. It'll wait for you as long as you need it to, and will always provide you comfort."
Have you ever smelled sap oozing from a balsam fir or white pine in the crisp air of early winter or late fall? It's chilling, revitalizing, enthralling and it makes you feel like you're using your lungs to the fullest capacity with every breath. I can't even begin to describe just how much this exact smell has made me want to ditch city life and move up to a pine grove in Northern Minnesota.
