One morning I was on my way to work
The wind cradled me with nostalgic figments
It has never felt soothing until that day
Or perhaps I’ve failed to notice many times
Soothing is an understatement
It consumed me
I sat, waiting for the bus
Chunks of muck on my left shoe, splattered like paint on my pants
A confused grin spread on my face
How do I describe the trees that dance with the wind?
How do I put a word to this delicate feeling?
How about the sunshine that gently penetrates my skin?
Or the light that sieves through the foliage?
These were moments I believed needed to linger
Lest the magic will fade without notice
I close my eyes and take it all in
I’m holding them dear
Few minutes to home
If only to cease participation
The now familiar breeze is inviting
I walked, more slowly this time
The wind is catching its breath
While I bathed on its generous embrace
My eyes feast on luscious green
Azure in the sky with birds I envy
I take it all in, all to myself
The marvels I have more to see
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