O’er I walked
Through lands of olde
And forests anew that once burned
The force of fire used to
Bring a field back to life can perhaps be felt by the sauntering through
Of meadows and wooden footpaths; cutting through foliage and marsh
Swimming birds’ approach is a blessing whilst the water ripples lightly, arc-like and calm
Water and fire thus meet, in different temporal places
And the birds witness it all
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The sound of rustling leaves in the fall is nice.
Till next time.
Oh well. It’s okay; I didn’t blog yesterday, it slipped my mind. Instead, I connected with someone through text, so it’s not just me writing into a void. It’s not a failure, it’s not a challenge to do, and you can’t write into the past anyway. Today is a new day. And I’m glad I still have the option of blogging daily if I choose to continue with multiple blogging days in a row.
A day of not blogging is fine. No need to judge quantity.
Anyway it’s super warm today! I’m in shorts. Might hit 26 degrees Celsius. The sun is out and the earlier rain today makes the air easy to breathe.
