The tide—the slow breathing of the Earth. Breathe in and the sea contracts. Breathe out and the waves will swell. Our lungs move on behalf of our brains, but the ocean takes orders from the glowing moon. The celestial champion of love.

There is nothing we feel more often than air—an assertion so obvious as to sound idiotic. Yet nothing's more easily forgotten than that which is with us every day. We are wrapped in atmosphere at every moment.

All matter contains energy, crouched and waiting to burst. Fire is crackling potential erupting to visibility, life's secrets spilling forth into physical expression. It spouts out of nowhere using only what was hidden, like imagination surging through the borders of reality and appearing in the form of dance, song, or play.

Stand barefoot on a bluff in the late days of spring and the toasted stones will warm you as would another's hands. Crunch a perfect apple in your mouth and you will find the grit can mirror silt.