Susie Rose (Patreon)

The bark was cold against my spine, the kind of ancient Welsh oak that feels older than the stories carved into its rings. I hooked my fingers around the low branch above me, letting it steady me as the wind threaded through the shredded fabric against my skin.

There’s something about Wales that makes me bolder—maybe it’s the moss, soft as breath under my feet, or the way the forest seems to watch without judging. Maybe it’s simply that here, I don’t have to pretend I’m anything other than exactly what I am.

I shifted my weight, feeling the rough tree cradle the arch of my foot, lifting me just enough to imagine I could climb the whole world if I wanted to. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth—small, knowing. The kind you give when you’re aware someone might be watching… and you don’t entirely mind.

The air tasted like rain waiting to fall.My pulse felt louder than it should.And for a moment, I let myself lean into the wildness of it all.

“Come on,” I whispered to the forest, or maybe to whoever thought they were hidden behind the branches. “If you’re going to look… at least keep up.”

Wales always did bring out the tease in me.

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