sit-spot: afternoon- horse field- Bethany, CT

I'm gathering dandelions. big wind blowing. grasses weaving and waving like green oceans with yellow bubbles. I'm in yellow bubble dandelion bliss. sticky sweetness on my fingers, a myriad of soft white tufted dreams floating by, tossed on the wind. blessings and blessings, wishes, dreams, hopes, and questions. which one will come true?

birds flying by on the wind, on the wind. flocks and families weave and soar through the blue and white. landed in green and yellow, i can only watch and wonder.