Here we discover that nakedness is a sweet gift, a hum of arrival, a pulse of wind, a kiss of droplets as they rest on the skin, a merging, a celebration of life.

The dance of the leaves is the song we forget, that stirs our hearts underneath brittle skies that threaten but never fall.

Open your eyes, open your ears, the sound of water is a calling of spirits, a prayer of renewal in this fragile moment.

• Cecilia Vicuña