A bird at dusk

I think we may just be dressing up and playing pretend for a little while...that this is all a sometimes lovely and sometimes heartbreaking dream, but a beautiful dream nonetheless. Being human is so very strange and difficult for me to comprehend at times...but when I find myself in places so dark and confused, nature arrives soothing and gentle. Not in the realm of thought but all around me in a feeling. And in remembering myself not as a mind inside of a body but as the dreamer inside of this beautiful dream I can feel as weightless and as joyous as a bird at dusk.