What if most of our essence is up there, plugged into the Bottomless Sky? And our bodies are simply the avatars expressed as the form of our actual self?
Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.