all of nature speaks to one another. the beach breeze compels the rushes to dance. the sway of the plants urges the bristles to brush against one another. the brush sounds a rustle that frightens the birds into flocking towards the lighthouse. the waves crash against the sand, which tells the water that even if it becomes wet and weak, it would rather live dysfunctionally than without it. the water, crying tears of salt, obliges, and comes to crash again. all of nature speaks to one another.
we didn't. for once we didn't speak to one another. we didn't engage in suffocating small talk, nor did we visit profound holes so often filled that they've lost their depth. we didn't glance, we didn't reach for one another. we sat in silence, comforted by the other soul's presence. it was an ethereal moment. for the first time, i was connected to something outside myself. life didn't feel like one big cacophony, and i would've become addicted had it lasted another second.
