i feel i communicate better with birds it seems than people
i want ideally someone in my life - yet naturally - i seem to gravitate towards the moods and rythms of the day -
i so go into the past of that foresty smell when i was 7 or 8 or 9
mud on my keds and toughskins jeans and i would head through the narly underbrush to look at the stream - spy tadpoles - or crayfish - the green stringy moss flowing on the rocks - touch the cold whatever and wonder if i could drink it - (but didn't)
the trees towards sunset - would be backlit - by a northeast sunset - VERY red
very orange - it would get cold and damp - and i would hike through the crunching leaves - to the grass and mud -
pass old farm stones piled into walls that stretched through this area - and then pockets of forest - ash trees mostly - quick growing -
with timbers fallen everywhere - and the odd squirrels nest - the brown grey leaves crunching under foot - the leafless skeleton trees in autumn turned black against
the purply red orange hues of the sunset sky
i'd be so full - pausing and breathing out with the puffs of moist condensed air from my nose and mouth
a notebook in my hand and pencil. or just nothing.
cold fingers - colder at times - from touching the stream or pond or trees or stones.
anyways - have a good day. - i was hearing the birds - they stopped i don't know why - but i'm gonna make an adventure - today - and just get full of that stuff - yes! the birds have starting again - it's nearly 6am.