PuYuan Wood Shaving ~ A Warm Haven for Small Pets

A warm place to go.
Wood shaving is the debris of time, and it is the breath that the tree completes in another way after leaving the branches.
When you first get close, there will be a clear, forest-like smell after the rain, and it will come faintly.

It’s not a fragrance, but a kind of calm breathing when wood shaving returns itself to simplicity.

It is good at quietly adsorbing and wrapping those turbid smells-such as a little uneasiness or wet annoyance-to silence.

Like a noisy movement, it is smoothed into a dumb chord here.
It is a warm receiver. A drop of water falls, and a tide comes.

It doesn’t resist, but gently hugs the wetness with an open and fluffy embrace.

Water marks wander and disappear between its countless tiny pores, like dew disappearing into the tundra in the morning.

As a result, it becomes deep and soft, as if it were full of quiet seasons.
Touch is its most implicit language.

Take a hand, it is dry cloud, it is fluffy sunlight.

When it snuggles in a corner that needs warmth, the warmth is not a hot gift, but a constant body temperature that continues from the memory of plants.

It doesn’t make public, but it exists continuously, like an old cotton-padded shirt that has been exposed to the sun all day.
You can hardly see the dance of dust.

It is silent, depositing all the possible flying disturbances in its own texture, leaving only a clear space.

And this silence, so generous, comes from the corner forgotten by the years, but it will be gentle and given to the most ordinary morning and evening.
So, in a quiet corner, these tiny bones from the forest turned into a warm and touchable soil.

It is silent, but it seems that the whole quiet forest is dimly abbreviated in a small, dry cloud.

It used to be the dream of a towering tree, but now it is a warm and silent wood shaving snow under your feet.