Sitting outside in the wind and the grey, waiting for the rain that teases sometimes for months before it comes.
Letting birdsong and chimes be the soundtrack of my afternoon.
Watching the trees come alive in their movement, swaying and dancing, knowing it’s those details that matter and wanting to capture them somehow forever.
Scribbling dreams and plans in a notebook, sketching out hopes. Soaking up each drop of magic and life, knowing that even the wind is a gift.
I wrote that this morning. A couple hours later it finally rained.