Moved.

She sat on a simple bench staring into the darkness of night. With eyes closed, she felt the warm summer breeze blowing across her face and through her long hair. She didn’t move, she didn’t talk… she just felt. Every tiny eyelash, every inch of skin, and every strand of hair… she felt it all move. With eyes open, she saw nothing. Life had been so busy, so all consuming, that she hadn’t stopped, she hadn’t felt, she hadn’t experienced… she had merely done. The breeze was calming… as if calling her to be still and experience. In the business of life, how had she missed this simple breeze? How could she feel beauty with her eyes closed? Refreshed by this calmness that had moved through her, she stood up, ready to face the day. The past was behind her, the future was ahead of her…she had been moved.