I wear the cool morning air across my shoulders, squint into the brilliance of the day. I hear birds celebrate in trees as millions of green bits of beauty ruffle this way, flipping that way, shush, shush, shush, in playful breeze. I get to see it, I get to hear it! I get to hold a tiny hand, touch my daughter's hair, smell the dark earth, taste this orange, write these words, breathe another breath...
my my my
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How nice.. i was almost sat there with you... get the kettle on and the biscuits out, i'm on my way xx
ReplyDeleteA wonderful sense of the "here and now".
ReplyDeletedo you know that it is now June 7th and still no knew post?
ReplyDeletehuh?
I know ... goings on... no excuse though. How are you?
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