wind.

the light source ducking in and out of the clouds. waves of light pouring over the shivering foilage. trying hard to push against the push. Light now, so happy to be pushed, shaking but nervous trepidation, the green screaming in delight, exuding Life. Polyphonic delight screaming SUN!. the scream of thousands, thousands of men, thousands of leaves. basking. The rain was beautiful yesterday, I wanted another week of it. But wind is as exciting. Nervous rhythm the wind whistling away to the tune of the shouts. leaves barely attached but so strong, an intense but pleasurable struggle. The wind skipping a corner and through this room, i feel goosebumps. Goosebumps reminding me of Life. How does such ancient bark push through such youthful leaves? its rejuvenating. How do I know you are shining? the only indication a tiny square of nature and one large brick wall. Even the brick today is breathing out at me, instead of being the barrier it usually is.
Open the window. Step outside. walk among the branches, it doesn't matter where you step you always have a firm grasp on Life. Barefooted so its an endless textural experience. cushioned by the green but firm on the limbs. Fall backwards into strong arms, the softest touch describable. the nervous shakings brush slower and become perpetual kisses.
Someone out there is randomly picking the music very appropriately. Sometimes you keep your mind at a constant low buzz and everything around you swirls around you faster, and faster a quick breeze turning around you, on you, inside you and reaching till the very top where it dances with this hidden mind. The smile, tickled brain, sun, kisses, goosebumps, random precision thank a simple current of air. the wind.