As a soft warm breeze touches my cheek and I open my eyes. The scene before me has an almost magical quality a lightness that makes me feel like i'm swaying in a hammock or floating on a cloud.
The breeze speaks softly as it moves softly around my face,
'Why do you sit so quietly here?'
I wished to visit somewhere peaceful, somewhere still and serene and I woke up here.' I reply.
'What is it you seek?' the breeze asks.
'Stillness." I reply.
'Stillness is an illusive quality. If you find pure stillness you stop the wind, you stop all movement including your mind. This can be difficult to achieve.' the breeze whispers.
"A world with stillness would be so very mundane, but stillness for a moment - a chance to capture all that is in you, around you and of you would be magical.' I declare.
'Ah, I understand.' it murmurs softly.
'It's not too much to ask for, is it?'
'Not at all, you have the magic and the strength to achieve this. But I must leave you first.'
'Do you have to go?' I ask.
'Yes, because in the stillness I cannot exist. I must forever move, caressing all that I touch with my energy and love. I will leave you to still this space - fill it with magic, beauty and love, even if it is just for a moment!'