Some day I will be the mist in the ancient trees, flowing down the mountain and filling the valleys.
Some day I will be the sparkle of the sun on water, glittering and golden.
Some day I will be the kiss of a droplet of ocean water on a smooth cheek as she flies by on her bike.
Some day I will be sea foam and children will play with me, making beards on their faces, and dogs will run through me splashing with joy.
Some day I will be the salmon and gold colored light shining under the indigo and purple rain clouds as the sun sets.
Some day I will be a soft, cleansing and fresh breeze murmuring through the trees and lifting spirits, skirts and flower petals every where.
Some day I will be the smell of a grassy field filled with wild flowers and horses grazing peacefully or kicking up their heels.
Some day I will be the sound of a kitten purring and stretching luxuriously on a comfy, cozy window seat in a sunbeam.
Some day I will be a clear blue sky above a snow capped mountain; crisp and clear and pure.
Some day I will be…..
Until that day I take great solace and peace from these gifts and know with absolute certainty that I am already all of these things. May I remember.