At BSP

I buried my face in the grass. I was lying flat on my stomach, in the morning sun, in the grass.

I breathed in the smell of the earth.

The last remaining dewdrops cooling my skin.

I heard nothing but the birds.

I didn't need to think. Nothing else existed - no past, no future. No opinions, or emotions, or fantasies. No Afrin.

I was experiencing something new. Something unique - oneness.