you are
crisp, high-pitched silence.
the perfect symmetry of a fallen tree with winding, reaching limbs, reflected in the smooth black ink of a lonely lake.
every moment, every interaction a rekindling of a treasured, long-lost friendship.
vulnerability to share your seemingly unique, yet ridiculous idea of the inner workings of reality. pointlessness rising as you decline to defend your perspective. yet joy in the needlessness of defense.
pervasive giddiness to play with others. to pass the time with idle challenges. belief in your ability to play with any input handed to you—the expansiveness, courage, and curiosity that comes with it.
freedom to be ignorant and enjoy the journey towards skill publicly, without reservation.
an intense hunger for appreciating beauty and the absurdity of its manifestations.
quieting the critic enough to truly belly-laugh for a solid twenty seconds at the simplest silliness.
the simultaneous unity and total dissociation of body and mind—the ease and effortlessness that comes with it.. frustration of not knowing how to be that way every day.
the enchanting dance of the nature source in every glance.
humble gratitude and uninhibited exaltation for each star in the clear mauve night sky.
pure awe at the tininess of your being, the vastness of the galaxy visible from a beach that appears to be the end of the earth, and the magnanimous inflation that follows ——
—— i am nature
