He could feel the breezy winds, like he is the small gust of wind that blows all over the world.
He felt what it is like to pass through the prairie grass, feel the sensation of the sands in desert, feel the texture of the misty clouds, feels the texture of every living being that is touched by the wind
Yet, he also feels the sensation of grass being blown, the leaves that is falling from the branches of the tree, feeling the sensation of the tree enduring rain and heat, feeling everything
He heard the songs these things have. The Song of the Seas, of mountains and hills, of lakes and rivers.
The heat, the cold, everything in between, the beauty of it all. And for a moment, Raymond even forget that he is in the middle of his own breakthrough.
Intoxicated, enchanted, bedazzled. This is the best way to describe what is happening to him.
