Breathe deep. Close your eyes. Touch the ground. Lie down. Release yourself.
The wind cries. The sun coaxes. The wildflowers wave. The earth stretches. The world bends.
Bends into my lungs and touches my face. Whips my hair and brushes my eyelashes. Colors my vision and finesses my perception.
Soft and sharp. Blue and green. Cool and warm. Salty.
Gently, it shows me I am nothing. Another being. On its surface. Destined to travel without purpose because I question. Destined to look inside for nothing and outside for everything. Destined to forever search.
The wind laughs as I quietly sink. Giving in, I bend.