Tune to lights.

Wait there. Stop.
Now come closer.
Now stop.
Take it all in.
It all rushes back.
It’s quick, but don’t think.
Just do what’s right. Stop.
There’s no time to think.
Now come closer.
Look at me. Look at me.
What do you see?
Is it the early morning shadow of the tree?
The tree moist with the night’s touch. Taste it. Breathe it.
Come closer. Touch me. I’m here.
Feel that? This is what it should always feel like.
Nothing less, love.
Now turn around. Look.
Walk towards it.
Don’t be scared. When you stop, I’ll be right behind you.