I love the winds, the sound of old branches and new leaves clapping together. Gusts of air flow past me around me and I can't help but be mesmerized by the drama of it and thankful for the steady roots. If I become still enough it overtakes me like it did when I was a child. It reminds me how incredible it is just to be a very small part of what this is and has been and will be. Goosebumps form on the back of my neck and down my arms, the wind blows my hair. I think of Hafiz and my heart bursts with complete gratitude.
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,
With a love like that,
It lights the
Much love to you, my dear reader.