He was the quiet shift. The way a willow trees limbs easily sway in the wind, is the only comparable. A deep breath, is what he felt like. The way the sun sneaks through old curtains and fills the room the golden waves. A silent hug from the heavens. If I had to guess, he was the universe’s ode to all living things. It was the longing for home, that was put at rest when he sat beside me.