. . . then there are those magical moments between worlds, when we wait upon the silence and cast our gaze into the lights. The wind serenades us with the melody of a thousand years and trees dance to a rhythm of immemorial joy. Our palms caress crusted tips of wild grass as we comb through the meadow without words, yet mysteriously hearing their meanings echo among the chatter of nature. A smile and bright, wondrous eyes light the path ahead while we leave our cares behind for another day, another moment, but not this one.
Today, we soak it all in, unfettered by definition or explanation.
Today, we roam.
Today, we marvel.
Today is ours.