The pages floated peacefully in the breeze. An opaque white wind gliding against a backdrop of lush trees. A harmonious antithesis – different, but at the end of it all, fundamentally the same. For they both held secrets kept by the heart, silently pulsing with unshared life and knowledge, glowing with the promise of the truth. They held the beauty of the journey – the ascent from seedling to soaring oak. The growth from page to novel. Concealing the winding paths that we choose to follow or ignore. Intertwined and messy with the complexity of life. And finally, glistening with the sparkling clarity that is revealed with enlightenment. Words and nature. The intersection of truth and life.