The sky and the land, two halves of a whole. Nether is complete without the other. Softly merging horizon fading into the distant haze. Earth and air, how different they are, and yet no other elements contrast so distinctly. Combined and some how separated at the same time, brushing their essences at the tree line. The breeze dances in the trees and shapes the clouds, crossing the void of air. How beautiful, is the constant change of the wind.