Today I watched a breeze run through a tree. The leaves all rustled and brushed up against one another, and the branches slightly bowed and swayed, as two arms jittering during an early morning stretch. And that feeling, that incredible relief of stretching your arms as high as they'll go, each finger spread in a different direction, reaching, that strained reaching, your arms jittering with the effort as they form a high-rise V and slowly come back down again, both arms still reaching, until the vertical V becomes a horizontal T. Imagine never being able to move your legs, no wheelchair, no nothing - just your entire bottom cemented, permanently rooted to the ground. How great would a stretch feel? How great would it be to sway your arms and wiggle your fingers through a cool running breeze?