When a bird of prey circles effortlessly in the sky, as if it had fallen asleep.
When the embers of the fire take their own hours to linger and cool.
When the moon converts from full to empty and full again without you noticing.
When you greet the cliff face with a nod, and a mutual understanding that both of you are growing and aging.
When the bare leaves of an apple tree hold memories of last year's harvest.
When you steep yourself in stopping, and realise that nature is so slow and peaceful, and that there is so much power in those long gaps ... that you cannot return to the busyness of the world with a straight face.
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