4.27.16 In the noonday sun

Down by the farmers fields and the river's lush outwaters and the sun baked road, the trees are sending out their respiration-enabling leaflets , those tender tiny furred things, magically unpleating and unfurling and opening up eagerly to the bright warm sunlight. So that if you stand in the new shade and close your eyes while the gusty wind pummels you a bit, when you look again , the terrain seems patterned with luminescent small lights, shining snd blinking in the noonday sun.