I am the echo you hear in the forest deep, and the warmth of the sun upon your face. I am the ageless sound of the ocean's roar and the power that is felt in every wild place. I am the wheat that rustles low on the Breezes.
I am such a summer person. Just give me a quiet spot with a breathtaking view, a cool drink in my hand, a warm sea breeze on my skin and the soothing sounds of waves crashing and I will be in all my glory.