Feeling like branches reaching out into the air. Feeling like movement. Feeling like a thousand hundred leaves shaking off their life into the wind. Feeling like sunbeams gliding. Feeling like the footsteps of squirrels across dewy grass. Feeling weakness for the first time in my bones. Feeling as though the days never start or end they only brighten and dim with light, and I am there, gazing at the changing patterns on the land, waiting for it to dance across my eyes like ripples across a pond