It's amazing where one will find their thoughts if they truly allow their mind to freely wander. It's funny and peculiar that very few things in life, perhaps only a handful but some of the best of things, don't depend on anything of your will or persistence. They are best left to be what it was they were always drifting towards, just as leaves once on trees now fluttering and floating in shades of new color. There is a tense excitement to the uncertainty in the unknown moments of these things, an agitated but serene patience to what has yet to come. And it's not that you expect anything of it, or even that you are set in desire, but more so that there is some slight glimmer of hope in the what-if that catches your eye like the rays of sun on those falling leaves. Yet, you're not searching or grasping for anything. As long as you genuinely let the wind carry you in those moments it's bound to end up at that something beautiful.
That sort of lost in the moment, striding down a mountain, beautiful day, first kiss energy. Inch of Dust by Future Islands