I will be taking some time away from the blog. Be well and safe!
early summer can be a particularly sweet season
buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath
nature is art
it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom
On days like this, the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.
From, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, 1997