I sit with my back flush against a red brick building, my eyes closed. I feel the wind caressing my unshaven face. I hear it rustle the leaves of the nearby trees, soft and then strong, the trees making beautiful music as the wind changes speed. I could be in this moment forever, with the trees and the wind. The gusts get stronger and I relish it, each bough of each tree making slightly different and unique sounds, all coming together to give me that feeling. That feeling that my heart is in rhythm with everything, and I never want to let go.