Do you remember what it’s like to see the world for the first time?
Taking a breath of fresh air
Oh how I love it. Sweet and natural and meant to be
Bee’s buzzing over patches of flowers
Pale and bright, thin and fat, quiet and loud
Everything fits quite naturally
Nothing could be changed
A ray of sunlight streams through open doors
Cool gentle breeze enters through windows open wide
A season enters your mind
Feelings are connected
It’s all mine and mine to have
The world is green and bright and filled with light
Now I remember.
Here is something I wrote on a beautiful winters day in December last year.