I saw the clouds and saluted the sun. I saw a big tree and an old man. I saw a vole jawbone. A rusting but ready field tiller atop unhewn soil. I saw an ornamental plum, half filled with leaves and neon purple blooms. I saw cars and sky, I saw a gas-powered model airplane spewing a blue plume across a field where light was falling fast. I saw families, and baseball, I filled some pots, I planted some seeds.
It hums – this world. Extraordinary, vibrant, the world out there. I have been looking the wrong way.
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