6:27 pm. A holiday. Spending time without purpose. Woke from an hour-long nap. The sky is literally sky blue. A few fluffy clouds. Cut off from the past, cut off from the future — nothing is decided right now. Like a dandelion seed carried by the wind. Like a dry fallen leaf drifting with the water. This moment — equally present for everyone — simply flows. Nothing and everything, all at once.

In that moment, only one thing accompanies me — a single breath in, and a breath out. One cycle.