I lay naked by the river bank, the summer breeze flitting and dancing on my skin until every hair stands at attention. Though I am alone, my body behaves bashfully, my spirit feels exposed.
In the wind, I could hear dragonflies sailing by, catching mosquitoes or mating perhaps. Otherwise, all is quiet except for the sound of my breath; in and out and in again, its voice catches me off guard. It has a life of its own, mine. I am here; I am alive. And the proof is in my breath.
I lay still, solitary, on the bank of the muddy river, when the news of my life is delivered to me on the tail of a wind waltzing by.