The mountains are calling me home…yet sending strength to me even whilst I spend my days on the most crowded Island in the world. Flowing with the Zen of my city life…
I am breathing in the exhalations of trees,
first air at first light
brown, Spongy and damp leaf covered ground
hidden Humming cicadas
busy birds flitting branches finding feathered friends
me below. still. quiet. listening. dwarfed by trees, dwarfed by skyscrapers.