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