So early! Too early? Not at all!
Sitting on a low wall, with flowers digging into my back, I wait.
I don’t know I’m waiting. There’s so much to see.
A bag flutters hanging out of a waste bin, a car door hasn’t closed properly and there is a lack of flush-ness, clouds fly by I think.
And I do think. A little. I feel a lot.
I hear, see and smell and sense.
It is a moment of receptive vibration