A breath of fresh air lifts you to your soul.
The exhilarated moment when you reflect, breathe and become in tuned with all thoughts,emotions and state of being.
It’s only a breath.
But a breath that has meaning and power.
You are you-as I am I.
You are found.
You exhale and it returns.
The monotonous of travel-the rat race.
Peace slashed away.
A dragon away from face.
That moment found and that moment lost. It will be found again. Until then, it’s a process.