Monday

Had a strange feeling just now that I was floating out of my body, dizzying whirls in my chest as I floated upwards, excited whirling, inevitable swooning.

Is this what happens when you have time to stand and think? When you read too much and other lives enter yours?

Is this what happens when you are overtaken by emotion? This mixture or elation and grief at the same time. But wanting it, wanting to rise out of yourself and be something else?

Is this what yearning for something beyond your grasp really is?

And I looked out of the window at the bright red maple and the bright blue sky and the lime green tree we call ‘Twig.’ And it just stood there waiting.DSC04376

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