the scariest image i can think up: rows & rows of rooms without windows.
the scariest thought: placing your mind in the future. when you canβt see the dancing loblollies outside those windows, taste the skin of your newest lover, smell the burning cedar in the ancient potbelly stove that heats the whole house.
let go of everything to begin to breathe bliss, turn your body into an empty mug, you will be full of the sweet brew of this moment.