It’s about becoming and paying attention in the one single breath and seeing when you usually would not see the moon just there the way it is perched on the branch of the newly budding oak tree out the back and the sun not yet risen yet a soft glow softer than sight but yet visible illuminating the tips of the grass as you step out into your morning day before the breath of so many has yet to inhale~
runon: It’s not even about being~
