Storm clouds curl over dark green mountains.
Their soft ridges inked with evergreens and summer leaves. 
Thunder rumbles, rambling over their edges and crashing into the valleys splayed out below.
In the distance, sheets of water rain down,
dancing and swirling, 
making strands of beaded curtains dangling over the forests.

Closer still, a red tailed hawk circles gently on the shifting currents,
spiraling higher and higher over the expanse of golden tipped grasses.
“Over there is its nest.”
My friend stretches his arm and points across the field to a stand of spruce trees

The sky, and all of these beings, pull me from my thoughts that strain and tighten my brow.
It's so easy to get stuck inside. 
But sometimes it's just as easy to soften and open, to look around and listen deeply,
remembering that my life also exists outside of my head.