The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again staring across the Pacific Ocean which stirs quietly with the wind. I watch as the sun closes it’s eyes and wraps a pink blanket around the clear, blue sky. The patch of grass under my feet feels soft like a hand made carpet. My hands dance gracefully with the air that flows with the wind. The world around me is finally paused from abrupt chaos and into momentary silence. How lucky am I to bask under nature’s glory?

The wind blows my hair once more and sends a whisper which spreads through my body. “You’ll be alright,” said the whisperer. And with those three words, my body finally relaxes after days under pressure.

It’ll be alright.

We’ll be alright.