The breeze

The breeze that pulls you after an unsettling day, so gentle. The mind follows the rustling of the leaves and silent whispers of the loose ginger hair.

You feel this calming as though a wind chime. The kindness in a sigh that follows. Indeed the comforting seats those glances into the sunlight, here beside you.

Tiny giggles find room upon your lips and rustle deep inside your lungs.  A smile wavers across the pale freckled cheekbones and the blue eyes shades blink to darker grays.

Indeed the soft glow of freckles and sunlight play sweet, charming melodies with the wind. Though would you listen if it tapped into your mind?

I sigh as I look up noticing the wind has stilled. Yet the trees talk. The mood is set and the vibrant me stands tall. Allowing the wind caress my temples. Slight and cooling.

The waves in the branches declare a song of beauty and I know I am listening. Car door open bur no movement from me. I am just absorbing the kisses of heat and playing with the shadows. The breeze tickles the hot skin and I laugh for the tickling increases. Allowances of giggles to find my heart.

Aware of the boiling sun but no care when the softness of shade and speeches of air. In this single moment my eyes close to feel the transition of times.

I just breathe.

Listening and sinking into the bliss of the wind. The calm. The peace. All who I really am.

Found.

Once more.

This very day unfolded to enjoy the sounds of nature.

Here, listen with me, if you dare.
Seated and quiet.

No electronics and no people. Just the breeze talking, singing a song.

Will you listen too?