The desert wind is picking up. I can hear it swirling around the house. It sounds like someone whispering secrets. Secrets the rocks have held for centuries. I wonder what they are. I wonder if I'll ever understand them. If I'll ever understand myself that deeply…the tea is cold now. i should probably make another cup but i don't want to move i just want to listen to the wind and whatever it's trying to tell me it's like the world is breathing right now everything is connected even me especially me it all flows like a river i just have to let it