It
could be seen that it was the first genuinely warm day. There had been hints of
days such as that. An hour here. A an entire morning there. A surprising and
benevolent afternoon of warm sunshine. But it had not yet gotten well enough to
last the hours through and through. And if keenly aware, a surveyor could sense
and see the markings of the universe there in the forest paths and surrounding
areas. Splashes of yellow wildflowers, still small, so low to the ground, but
there! Something purple or red in the distance- maybe some plant or weird bird
hiding in a tree, the top of an old Oak cut down by lightning or wind. And what
else is around. Birds. The sounds, the songs. And four large ones that come
around over the horizon line, looking at the land, probably watching for
rodents or other. They come closer and it seems that they are impossibly large.
Looking at the ground. And the one on the ground looking up at them. Canines
stop and wonder. And it goes like that. Sandpits in the sun. Wild shrubs and
odd red buds swaying in the afternoon wind. The nearby hill, accepting the blue
sky. The entire world there becoming alive.
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