Exuberance
I had set myself a story challenge, for one must have trials
in order to grow. We need it like the spring flowers need to feel the earth
unfreeze. He or she: you will need it (whomsoever and wheresoever in space and time
you may be. You may even be plural, it still applies. Maybe that's enough
pronouns and tenses for now though…) And like a growth spurt, out and up the
stories pop! A rude clown, a tempted magpie, a lucky explorer, an unfortunate
robot and advice for children in a zombie apocalypse; a bad stomach, a
dragon-eye gem, tropical monsters, regrettable sausages, some new shoes,
camouflage and suitable retaliation.
Happy sigh!
Yesterday Dog and I strolled a field, new to us: steep and
possessed of a wide view. Over the corner curve we found deer bones, sun
bleached, porous as coral: a line of trees with tentacle roots, storm twisted
branches. Familiar with the elements, ne'ertheless, it is a new world. Through
a hedge gap squeezes four legs, two legs: run the wooded path, all a goggle: no
need of words, only see, only goggle.
When I gardened public places, I would walk to my fieldhouse before dawn among Shaolin Monks who greeted the day with a sort of Tai Chi ballet. Your first photo of trees in mid-stretch reminds me of those lovely mornings. Even in retirement, I sometimes wake up at the old time and go outside, embrace the sky, consider the universe with my body shifting and hands extended, like I saw them do. Unlike the monks, I go back to bed. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThese old trees could do with a lie in sometimes. Was a lovely scene to stumble on :-)
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