i love to look at the sky.
i believe the sky enjoys looking at me as well.
today i needed to feel the earth under my back. to feel the connection to the rhythms of the universe.
i needed to be somewhere uninhibited by people, power lines, and cylinders.
as i trudged contentedly expectant through the woods i wondered why such a desire stirred within me. a patch of grass, gingerly greening itself this time of year welcomed me to lie on it. i pushed my ear to the earth and listened. the sun kissed my neck and arms. clouds waltzed overhead to a rhythm all their own.

bright blue. dull green. ripening brown. and wispy white. it all belonged beautifully in that moment.