Maybe I Will

Today, the bright blue wildflowers cover the forest floor.  The poor light on this damp morning doesn’t make for good photography, but it can’t matter.

Not when the blue is so blue you just stop and observe.  I want to stretch out among the blue and listen to the bird calls.

Maybe I will. 

When was the last time you stopped and rested in a meadow?  When did you have the time for it?

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  1. You would enjoy the air smell here these days – wild honeysuckle in abandon – I go outside and drink it in through my nose, entreating it into all my pores. Air borne blueness.