The water under the bridge.

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The world breathes in and out. And, everything moves. The clouds in the sky. The blue in the clouds. You're somewhere in there, too. And, the leaves under the branches. You look down and the green goes as far as you can see. The stillness. It's all so chaotic and pretty. And, the air is ripe for fruit.

I feel honored. I feel fresh. I smile.

Because, it's not every day. That you realize.

Or maybe it is; maybe we miss it.


Nothing's ever really far from happening.
Right?