Close to 11am again. Cleaning up. Throwing away. Too: Standing in the backyard, gazing at featureless clouds, feeling and scent and mood just aligned with the very time of year, for a fraction of a moment. A belated Hello, May!
Close to 11am again. Cleaning up. Throwing away. Too: Standing in the backyard, gazing at featureless clouds, feeling and scent and mood just aligned with the very time of year, for a fraction of a moment. A belated Hello, May!