Wild

Taking in my first breath of cold morning air;
stretching out as the sun's warmth hits my face;
feeling the air rush past as I run;
listening to the staccato taps of my feet touching the ground;
smelling the earth, the plants, the bird poo...as I
hungrily suck sweet air through my nose;

The muscles in my legs coil and just for a moment, I'm flying.

I break the surface and I do not fall. It's almost another world. So peaceful. It's just another type of flying as I push myself through the water.

The sun is truly out now and the world is hot. I smell the sweat on my body and my belly growls for food. But the ground is cool and soft.

Under a leafy tree I sigh and bite into an apple. Crunchy, juicy, sweet.

Then a moment of reflection, alignment with God,
emerging with a knowing. Doubts melt away.

An enticing scent,
a wonderful view,
an engaging talk,
then a tasty meal.