Calisí;
"Do you know what that is?" Father's voice bleeds into my mind, and I find my heart greedily reaching for it.
"No," I remember replying honestly, and he held his finger to his lips.
"Shh. Listen. It's nature's song." He replies, and I remember tilting my head as I stared at him.
"Nature's song?"
"Yes. Nature is never quiet. She's always singing. It's the purest gift. Hidden in plain sight." He replies, with that spark in his eyes— the one his eyes always held each time he taught me one of his life secrets.
"So, my Princess. Whenever your mind gets too cloudy or loud… just listen. And dance."
His voice fades with the memory, and I open my eyes, staring up at the moon far above.
I let out a breath as my bare feet press harder into the grass beneath me.
My vision blurs as I remember late nights when Father would dance with Mother, and I would dance with my brother… then Father would dance with me, telling me how he'd dance his shoes off at my wedding.
