My core, whole and good, are both enveloped and set free by the wind
Birds flying about, chirping their progress of finding a new home before the apparent night falls
I’m sure the bugs are doing something but those can stay far away. Yes, even the lady bugs, however cute.
I can’t “see” it with my eyes, but I feel the Universe transforming. Cleansing, renewing and affirming, “I am here for you.”
Write that book. Read that poem. Run to the sky like you won’t see another full solar eclipse for 21 years.
