Hush, the wind. The wind? What is wind anyway? We talked a bit about that as we observed the newly dug rabbit holes. Love those baby rabbits, love the wind. Feel the wind on my skin, rain drop on my lips. Rain coat dragging against my side.
More distant now. Hush. Bird sound, distant. Somewhere in all of this sitting still interest seems to wane. Interest in wind and rain and birds and rabbits. And wondering. I guess that too will pass!
Time to go and get some grub before somebody thinks I’ve gone all zen! Perish the thought.