5.23.16 The soft out-of-the-forest breeze

Off we go down among the fields , down by the river, after what morning things we can handle . To walk and run beneath the bright Spring sun, as young crows soar in the brisk sweeping winds. And then, we're done. Used up. 

We return home, to quiet, except the farmer's gathering up of dry shorn grasses in the next door conservation field , and a small plane now and then ,burring by overhead.

We come in ready to collapse , instead to carefully crawl in amongst the smiling sleeping felines , with their delicious just-washed scents, languishing in the warm May sunlight thrown in through the open window , in the soft out-of-the-forest breeze.