A breeze came wandering from the sky, light as the whispers of a dream; He put the overhanging grasses by, and softly stooped to kiss the stream.
William Cullen Bryant
When I feel the touch of nature on my skin, in my breath, catching my hair and scenting the air around me, I am more calm and at peace with who, what, and why I am than at any other moment.
While I love the City, the contrasting moments of feeling the powers beyond manmade roads, concrete structures, and fast-paced life are what keep me grounded.
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