A different reality is happening. People in a place far from this are seeing magnificence. They don't cars or concrete. They don't know air conditioning. They don't know clocks or commuter trains. They don't know you or me.
What they know is wide, wild space, and broad, beautiful skies. What they know is the music of the breeze and the language of the grass and leaves. They can hear still water move. They can hear the sun shine with the gold and yellow of unimaginable light, bright in the dark of the oncoming evening. Color and life is more than 3-dimensional there, and feelings don't tear at the mind and heart. They live in the whole body.
A different reality is happening.
Imagine a different life.
One that was meant to be.
--me strauss Letting me be