My garden, early spring

Today was the warmest day of the month so I was able to sit out in my garden.

 

After a while I realized I wasn’t full of  words.

 

I wasn’t using them. I wasn’t thinking.  I was simply being there.

 

Color and shadow and light, a sense of beginning.

 

Clarity.

 

 

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