Everyday life in its simple self is always considered to be mundane and passing, with the eager hope of it revisiting yet again tomorrow. But, in this life-less world of pain, destruction, hatred, power and shame the possibility of a tomorrow has shrinked in scale by the multiples of prime number 3. So, today I breathed a little softly and let the wind take me with them for a while amidst nature, someone I so ardently adore. Here I bare witness to the beauty I see, you may see through me.