I was almost certain that I would NOT feel any difference. Because: I don’t even feel the high-voltage power line passing above me, and I sleep divinely under it for a whole winter. And the stone in my shoe and the lump in my sock don’t bother me over long distances either. However, I greatly appreciate walking on forest ground. And when after a hike, the path continues for another 2 kilometers along the road to the next post bus stop, I always press myself onto the narrow green overgrowth strip…

And then there’s this experience of standing on this concrete surface and feeling the softness of forest ground beneath my feet. Truly fascinating. Switching back and forth between them…and always sensing it. No idea what it really is—just perceiving something alive, soft, and resonant beneath me.