Breath of Fresh Air

For Myself:

When my racing mind won't quit. When my worries pester. When my anxieties rage, refusing to let up. I search for refuge. I beg to slow down. I long to escape.

I take a breath, a moment to center. I find myself atop a mighty mountain seeing the minuteness of it all. The ocean roars, the sand burns between my toes, and nothing exists that I cannot handle. I am lakeside, the cool morning's sunrise turns into the warm crisp late summer air and like the tide rocks back into sunset. It is all cyclical, rest will reach us all if only we look and find it.