There is a row of pines. There are balls of flowers hanging in the air, purple petunias, yellow, gold and red.
There is a row of pines. There are balls of flowers hanging in the air, purple petunias, yellow, gold and red.
An effort of mindfulness. Velleity. Volition. The will, the right intention. Touching on these things, my bird claws grasping round the twig. The whole tree shakes. Or is this a story?