Nature is my true
friend. I can always count on it or if I can’t count on it, I shouldn’t have
been counting on it in the first place. The leaves are blowing in the wind and
scraping across the pavement. The trees that stand as silent sentries. The wind
that touches me like a lover. The crunching of the snow underfoot. The stream
that offers little but gives so much. This weary traveler bends down to take a
drink. In a few sips, he tastes the world, indeed the universe and everything of the Dao. It is life.
Sprawled out on the grass without a care in the world.
