The calm of the breeze envelops me,
Caressing my shoulders and tickling my neck.
It calls me forward through time and space.
On bent knee, I wait.
Leaves fall at my feet,
Cascading from their perches high above.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
Flowers, herbs, grass and spice
Move through the air,
Like cars on a twisted track.
In the distance,
Birds are singing their sweet lullaby.
Life is calm and appealing.
For once, I feel prepared...
For anything.
Laura Stoughton