All our atoms are constantly moving. And now just ours, but everything too.
Our own personal little vibration. Sometimes we think about it, sometimes we don’t.
Feeling our feet sink into the grown from back to front. Each step, a thousand miles deep.
My ribs, my abdomen, and fields of grass or sand.
Like water in a light breeze, or maybe no breeze at all.
Ripples in a small pond.
A landslide falling down a mountain.
The only thing certain.