“To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top” (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values, R.M. Pirsig).
Rustle was born from the blowing wind.
It comes during the silent night, whispering you how wide and marvelous is our world, invading your soul with that pulse of exploring it, of living it.