The one flower that smelled like freedom. ~Banana Yoshimoto
I smelled freedom in the light scent emitted from a scraggly juniper forcing its way through a small crack in the side of a red rock wall as it twists into the bluing sky on a crisp spring morning.
I hear it in the haunting call of a spotted backed loon skimming effortlessly across still lake waters leaving a gently, widening wake before it silently disappears below the black surface in the primordial quest for food as the moon peeks over a pine tree line.
I feel it in the raging sun clawing at my flesh with infinitesimal barbs as I climb sand dunes in the Great Basin at high noon and watch the wind erase my hard earned footsteps in twirling waves of dancing silica.
I experience it in my soul reaching into the spirit world connecting with the beings wandering the Earth seeking the destiny that will finally let them experience everlasting peace and create the bed in which I will sleep for eternity.