Mountain Breeze________ Thank God for my Guide
We ate in the clouds as the Eagle and the Wheat Chaff joined the the wind for a midday dance.
Eagle to Hunt Chaff to be.
A lunch gathering of 20 or so in the jungle mountains after a morning swim in the waterfall pool.
The language I hear: voices- chattering music spiced with laughter... only in the laughter do I understand with my ears.
The language of smiles and faces flashing with animation, the sort that can only come from excitement and freedom- that I understand and it is as filling and refreshing to my soul as the mountain breeze is to my body.
A mountain breeze never felt so good than after an ascension from days in a valley of humidity- thick as soup. The valley's air below from whence we came is congested with people- working amid scooter exhaust.
Go and find your own jungle mountain with a waterfall for swimming and a breeze to sooth you as you eat and laugh some afternoon. Go and find it while you are still breathing- maybe I will meet you there.
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