Today
A willow in the sunshine is a beautiful thing.
It was a young tree, the leaves blooming in the early spring day...were they green? Yellow? Both? Neither? With the stolid green of the grass as a backdrop, it looked for all the world like a bright child cradled in the weather-worn arms of its grandfather.
The river flowed on, oblivious.
posted by Sketchy Self @ 8:58 AM
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2 Comments:
How do you find space to notice with all your might?
"with all your might" is right...that is where my 'power' comes in. the rest of life as of now is largely going with the flow!!
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