The Touch

I heard it rustle and felt it brush against my skin. So gentle, so fresh, so soft upon my face. It settles me and keeps me alive. I look forward to the days where I can sit and breath so deep. I can feel so real and know that it carries the sounds of those I love. It twitters and shivers as the birds voices are so loud and clear. The smells of the day, of the things that I love. No color but yet it reveals who they are. It tells us all we need to survive. It touches us in a way that no other can. It holds us tightly and leaves an impression for life. The wind holds us close with a breeze that is all its own and never the same twice.