I am always in awe of the constant motion of the world
the wind flows over everything and everyone, sweeping locks of hair out of place and swirling leaves into the air
the oceans and the seas flow over the sandy floors and ocean rocks, crashing and ebbing again and again
plants and foliage flow over the earth, over old abandoned things, over forests and islands unexplored
and life flows.
life flows in the eye of your baby sister, in the steam of a hot meal, in your legs as you run toward someone you miss, in a song so familiar you don't have to think.
it flows in the conversation between old friends, in a puppy playing in the snow, in the shaky hands holding an acceptance letter, in the voice of someone you love.