04. here, now

here, now

In every breath, an opportunity arrives to be, here.

Each opportunity is soft and subtle, identical to the breeze. Maybe we don’t always have to try so hard to notice them?

Maybe we can sense them, as they quietly move around us. They will wander, but never far.

Let us sit atop a flower swaying gently in the meadow of our minds.

This moment can find us.