Often there’s a haze, a murkiness that blocks access to my senses, the day-to-day routine driving me into a passionless rut. But there are moments—standing on a cliff leaning into the wind, coasting downhill on a bicycle, galloping a horse across the plains, flying over the water in a boat—when clarity prevails.
The wind tangles my hair while straightening out my thoughts, blowing away my mind’s cobwebs. Minor troubles drift elsewhere while I concentrate on pulling oxygen into my lungs. Mundane realities go missing as I watch hopes and dreams take flight.
I let the power of the air around me liberate my spirit. I feel myself floating, free, rapidly unraveling.