When time isn’t made. When time isn’t paid. When time just flows as a river with no bounds — I find peace.
The setting sun cascades upon my skin as a soft breeze settles in. It’s quiet, and I’m alone. Perfectly alone. My toes tingle and my fingers flutter as my body folds into familiar shapes. Like a budding flower stem, erect with life, yet bendable by nature, I dance in unison with the earth’s vibrations like no one is watching.