Sunny Day Blues
Yesterday I took a walk at French Regional Park. Everywhere I looked I saw Sunny Day Blues (not the sad kind of blue but the bright blue sky kind of blue). One The mosquito is so small it takes almost nothing to ruin it. Each leaf, the same. And the black ant, hurrying. So many lives, so many fortunes! Every morning, I walk softly and with forward glances down to the ponds and through the pinewoods. Mushrooms, even, have but a brief hour before the slug creeps to the feast, before the pine needles hustle down under the bundles of Read more…