I walked after the rain last night. The sky cleared and I moved through the sun bright layers of bird song, leaves and blossoms. The new greens of the Alder, Ninebark, Snowberry, Current and Chokecherry fill spaces that were bare a month ago. There is now a fullness―a density of green-ness―piercing―enveloping―moving―me.
Nearly every day I walk by an irrigation ditch. The reflections in the water are so different every time. Yesterday the branches of Red Osier Dogwood, blue sky and the slow-moving water―pulled me on some invisible thread to notice their intermingled offering.