I like to chase the light, see the dust floating in the light, and see the shadow of the light on the night. I like to run, feel the itch left by the wind on my cheek, feel the hair blowing like willows, and feel the soft embrace of the soil under my feet.
I love the world, I love the light, I love all the warmth.
Intention: Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, why should I end up nowhere in this life?