'Why do you get so lonely?' he asked.
'You have dirt on your feet, the wilderness in your hair and salt moving through your bones.
And then there's the air you breathe–an inhale of anything and everything you want it to be–a prayer, the ocean, an answer.
So the next time the sun smiles at you and leaves a warm imprint on your soul; please remember all the different ways you can be touched when you're alone.'
