The sun is out, it's warm and blue.
The ground is green in time for St. Patrick's Day.
The yellow daffodils are up and the apple blossoms are sweet pink for Spring.
An afternoon in the hammock, slowly rocking, one foot on the ground...that will do it...that will take every thing that's heavy floating away.
Bluest sky, a raven goes by...crawk! Peeking down with one eagle eye.
Off to find the raven bunch, strong community ties off in the Euks.
Lying down, looking up, seeing clouds, wispy...no one would believe if set in oils.
No one.
But there they are...watercolored onto a blue that is like a robin's egg.
It really is!! Or a finch's.
Blue as a jay, dropping a finch blue eggshell, finding family's food.
On the hammock, only the sky in view, clouds are changing.
What wind is brushing them away so high?
What storm is sending brilliant puffs looming?
Wish I could float!
I wouldn't be afraid like in rollercoasters!
I'd breathe out and lift off with a tiny jump, ready for the free floating softness.
Absolute peace, with a raven's eye view of the green and yellow and blue.
Sounds seem different as can be.
Dreamy.
Free!
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