Lennon:
I stepped out into the warm air, exhaling the frustrations causing tension to build up in my neck. I walked by a little guy bouncing a red ball on some plush grass, and I smiled when his little face flushed, followed by a soft wave for me.
"Hi there. I like your ball." I chuckled when he scooped it up and ran inside. What an intelligent little guy, knowing better than to talk to strangers.
I saw the hammock that caught my eye from the window and made my way over to it. I closed my eyes and sat into it, letting the wind rock me. I could hear the soft chimes I had realized meant the wind was gossiping with the trees. I closed my eyes and tuned into it. Letting the magic of my mother that flows through all things carry me. Since she can't come down to me, her creation can guide me
