While the world may have the habit of making me feel teeny tiny, today is it making me feel huge. Important. Imperative. The stars may be my freckles. The moon, the light within me. The rivers, my tears. The ocean, the reason I ebb and flow with the phases of the moon. The earth, with all its dust, with all its soil, my substance. I am it, and it is me, just as we all are. It all happens for a reason, and maybe this is all that needs to be known.