oh, it's not an earthquake, just a shift in winds. a different direction. tradewinds. mellow. peaceful. spirit mother nature. ease. faeries and dreams. a wormhole shoot to the left of the material world. blues and more blue and misty grays.
a crossing of the hands behind the head, time stretches out and out. my eyes linger on the lambs in the field.
benevolence and sweetness reigns with the lightest of touch. poems are the reading of the day.