
What would you give to feel the beauty relived in nature for the very first time? To see the sheen, glean from the leaves of a cluster of trees on a bright Sunday morning shine. Or dancing particles beamed through a stream of light from the bedroom window. To still be charmed by a touch of breeze easing across the hairs of your arm. To inhale the soft, sweet moisture in the air before a storm, or pick a grape from the vine; or a juicy peach from a tree you’ve climbed. To chase behind a fire fly on a cheerful evening in the mid of July — or ponder the wonder of the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning in the midnight sky. To slip and slide along a hillside covered in snow. What would you give to enjoy the rain, enough to remain under the purging shower from on high? To have adventure in your eyes, from the moment you rise, in the morning from savory sleep, or to rip and run, under the sun with friends along the way – and imagine the shape of dragons in the trees as you play.
by K. Osei