Have you never felt the need to wrap yourself in a late summer’s day to become part of the air, the earth, the sky?
Have you never felt so very small, and yet huge in your oneness with all within your vision and taste? Of the beauty of blueness above and great green expanses with dollops of yellows and reds; days tasting of sweet honey breezes and pollen that floats to your tongue.
Have you never been humbled, about to explode; humbled and hiding; humbled but rising above and into it all?
Because in truth, with all that you see, there’s so much more beyond it that it’s everything yet awesomely nothing at all.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
YOU captured me and the aire of my thoughts. Thanks.