I stand alone, I look, I see, I become a part of everything around me.

In this moment worries of the past subside, fears for the future are forgotten.

For Birds do not concern themselves with the preoccupation of what is ahead,

there is only now.

And Dogs leap and bound towards catching the ball of the present, in their

eager soggy spittle filled mouths clamp their hope,

As we are all just mere animals, I stand alone.

I am lost in the moment, lost in the landscape.

– Beth Radic