weather balloon
Mar. 23rd, 2006 12:46 pmHow beautiful. A yellow balloon just flew past my window in a straight line from right to left. Its string glittered in the sunshine as it trailed along in a perfect vertical, and the yellow orb of the balloon glowed against the pale blue haze of the sky. It flew surprisingly fast. After its diagonal traversal of my window pane, it moved in a straight line upwards, then it danced around a bit, like a top-heavy tadpole or a sperm before it made its way very quickly into the distance and has now vanished in the blue.
It is extraordinary how the spirit lifts and the soul opens when the sun comes out. The air is almost balmy today. The mica sparkles in the asphalt of the footpath and street. As I locked my front door, I could see my shadow outlined in sharp black on the green wood. My hair was blowing in the breeze.
There are two daisies squashed in the grass. The breeze rustles in the tops of non-deciduous trees.
At yoga, my feet stood in a patch of sunlight which felt lovely and warm. A spider crawled along the wall above the kitchen door.
HIgh above, one of the most peaceful sounds I know, that always remind me of very early childhood: the drone of a far-away plane in the blue sky.
It is extraordinary how the spirit lifts and the soul opens when the sun comes out. The air is almost balmy today. The mica sparkles in the asphalt of the footpath and street. As I locked my front door, I could see my shadow outlined in sharp black on the green wood. My hair was blowing in the breeze.
There are two daisies squashed in the grass. The breeze rustles in the tops of non-deciduous trees.
At yoga, my feet stood in a patch of sunlight which felt lovely and warm. A spider crawled along the wall above the kitchen door.
HIgh above, one of the most peaceful sounds I know, that always remind me of very early childhood: the drone of a far-away plane in the blue sky.