We may find ourselves enveloped underwater, caught within a vortex of swirling fog or stinging snow, or suffused with the sun’s warmth.
Around us, creatures are similarly swaddled–in elaborate nests, in their mother’s wings or flippers, in a miniature forest of scarlet bristles.
A sea of symphony notes may surround us as surely as a riptide.
Reflected light and color may place us within a pointillist portrait.
Flora encased in ice. A tree wound round with a red net scarf. Endlessly enfolded layers of petals.
One may also be enveloped in emotion, from the joy of a baby’s birth to grief’s gray fog. Encased in stultifying, zero-at-the-bone fear. Trapped in a web of sorrows.
Among all these enveloping forces, surely the greatest is love’s tender hold.