A forest wisp is nothing; only simply there

I am in a new place, I know it is as I can smell, and I cannot remember being able to do that before; oh what a wonderful place this is. I hear in the distance calls, many are large but a few that answer are small and as I call myself to hear the same small call come past my lips. Smiling I walk deeper into this new place, a strange feeling wash’s over me as I approach any tree, but when I am not near one then there is no feeling; beside a rock or another like me it happens to. I realize I cannot see anything, somehow I know this is strange; but this feeling guide’s me and the smells tell me that I am here, and not but a wisp in the forest. I am here, to walk paths unseen and to smell each scent and feel the breeze beside me; that is my companion.

But I am here, and a wisp I am not.