A feet-in-the-cool-grass kind of day, where we gather and wander and internally pledge to do better in ways large and small, knowing secretly and obviously that we won’t; that we can’t be as good as we hope. But we try together, alone, in dreams.
And last night I saw through the screened window the leaves made into dark shadows against the indigo sky, loving that fleeting time of night.
These two extended moments of being aren’t connected except as we make them so.
2 responses to “Earth Day”
Very poetic, I like it. Keep the posts coming!
And you, sir? When will you be gracing the internet with more of your other-worldly words?