1198. and then… and then… and….

 

i sit and i stare
bending and leaning and straight
and then… there’s the fog 🦊❤️

I was sitting and petting Tommy in the early morning fog. Tommy was purring softly. A falling walnut clunked on a picnic table.   A woodpecker was pounding and two squirrels were running up and down trees. Trees were going every which way into the sky. I could have sat and saw and heard something amazing forever… and there would always be more… 🦊❤️