Wandering
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Worn sandals beat against a dusty path.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The wind blows, waving the long grass, amber gold under the hot summer sun.
A breath in and another breath out...
Slap. Slap. Slap.
A gentle musical note floats on the wind from a nearby tree.
Human baritone begins humming softly in accord.
"So this is peace…"
Kenshin smiled in wonder as the world breathed with him.