[bOibm] Day 6 — a perception full of wind

I realized I’d never counted these trees before.
I count them now. Twenty-nine.
As far as my eyes could see.

Silence exists in time, not space.
I go here and it’s usually vibrant.
Today, I can hear nothing but its full honesty.

Nowhere else to go,
I sat there.
Watched him blow those leaves away.