It’s everything that I love
Right here in the middle of these trees on a path full of mulch
The sound of crows above me
A light mist falling upon me
The sound of day crickets in august at ear level
A cool breeze through warm moist air
A slate gray sky
I stand still in it and ask for guidance as I sometimes dolately: what is here for me to know?
I open my eyes and everything that I love is right here.
~Nikki, The Soul Reporter