Almost mid week, almost
mid 80s, the sun is baking my head, my shoulders, as I climb up the banks by
the Connecticut, as I stand in the cool breeze.
The grasses already have elegantly grown tall, waving, with their luminescents holding seeds for the future.
As I look down river, to this spectacular cloud formation, the mid-afternoon sun stark center. I stand there, as the waters of the river glisten and shine, as the pollen covers the wayside like a thin tender blanket .
As I look about, and the rest of the skies are blue and more blue.
Just another complex delicious day, on this earth.
The grasses already have elegantly grown tall, waving, with their luminescents holding seeds for the future.
As I look down river, to this spectacular cloud formation, the mid-afternoon sun stark center. I stand there, as the waters of the river glisten and shine, as the pollen covers the wayside like a thin tender blanket .
As I look about, and the rest of the skies are blue and more blue.
Just another complex delicious day, on this earth.
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