I can see the lilacs blooming outside my window.
In the mornings we open the doors to let them in. The kitchen smells the best - like coffee & lilacs.
I'll never tire of lengthy mornings.
Went for a bike ride today.
Grateful for reminders, strong reminders to be planted.
We can be moved without being uprooted.
I, too, sway & raise my branches
[as the wind rushes where it wishes]
but trees,
you know,
they are rooted.
And so I must be too.
delighted & grounded all at once.
P.S. It was an aspen.
Remember how those sound?
