My cheeks tingle in the cool wind. The sun brushes against me here and there. I hear life in the rustling of the stream. Thin layers of ice sway. I sigh, motionless. I look up towards the sky. Who are we? Am I here or elsewhere? The universe seems both so far away and so close. My fingers caress a carpet of damp moss. The earth becomes part of me. My feet slip into the water. My toes tell me a story. “Ressens,” they say to me!
