It’s been pouring.
Today we stepped outside to an orchestra of knotted buds unfurling, and mind-numbing,
honey-thick, lilac in the air. We
swooped small inchworms, bent and neon, hanging helplessly from the sky. And
stepped carefully over storybook-mushrooms, threaded together like buttons in the
rain. The kid’s feet found every puddle possible, and stood like two-legged-rabbits eating Greek oregano plucked straight from the ground. This time of year, it seems if
you stop for even a moment, you can watch life pushing through the mud, scrambling
anxiously towards blue light. Feel the earth hum. When we were outside, the day was good.
by far, to date, my favorite entry. i feel like i'm in a magical world of some sort of avante guard film. pink-pointy-petals in that metal cylinder---i could have stared at that forever. you amaze me.
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