Coming to Me

Running to take that shot of the poppies through the opening in the spot behind the lavoir the other day, I turned around and felt a sense of "coming to me". The sensation comes at unpredictable moments, usually around water when a flow or a fish puts it in motion. Sometimes when I stop after riding my bike, it's as if the valley is circling toward me or the wind is blowing the trees in just my direction. I love these sensations, especially when I can catch them on film. I've learned to pay attention. Something or someone usually is!