A lukewarm breeze brushes your skin, engulfs your body.
It feels gentle, like the world is softly blowing on your wounds.
Leaves trickle down from the trees, gliding through space, grazing each other on the way towards the ground. Upon impact, their journey may seem complete, but it has only just begun. The wind throws, turns and tosses these pieces of matter, sending soundwaves of soothing crackles into the air. You hear the birds chirping to the backdrop of endless human chatter.
The green of the trees, the blue of the sky, the white of the concrete, the gray of the ground. Like colors on a canvas. It all comes together with no intervention of your own. This is nature.
Just because we have names for everything does not make any one thing less interesting, less inherently fascinating. Open your heart to the world, nurture a receptiveness of spirit. This is an invitation for the world to exist within the space of what you can feel. Pay attention.