Today, light and dark played a game of tug o’ war. The sun ascended imperceptibly, hidden by a gray, ribbed canopy of clouds. But the clouds were thin, glowing from behind. And then the sun glimmered through, shining on silver-tipped leaves, framed by the brooding sky. Tonight, tall trees sway and bend in the singing wind.

The wind swells and shrieks, then quiets to a whisper. Silence. Branches rush to the earth and fly back up again. Insects beat their wings in wild rhythms, again and again.

There is music.

And I join this tug o’ war. Lonely and not alone. Sad and joyful. Anxious and at peace. Restless and content. Wandering and at home. Uncertain and deeply assured.