I am the wind. I am the dry, desert soil blowing up into the sky. I am a raindrop, licking the floor and sinking down with my knees buckled up. I am electricity; Violent and alive. I shake the world around me and listen. I listen to the animals cry.
I am their delicate footprints in the mud, tracking back to a den hidden in the woods
I am their song in the night, when their words scream like distant melodies.
I am the day. I am the night. I am the air in your lungs and the dust on your skin. Feel me, for I am all around you. Hidden in this place we call our own.
