This morning the woods are as still as a stone, wrapped in heavy air filled with damp heat, a weight on all the living. Movement would be exerting, waving, and rustling about
while pushing against the shroud would just be too much. Wind and breeze have slept in, leaving light to awaken the woods to sleepily sit on the side of the earth trying to find a reason to get up. Even the world has the blahs sometimes, just can’t seem to get going, the battle with gravity aided with humidity seems a morning burden too great to overcome. Well as long as the trees aren’t going anywhere no reason for this blog to do otherwise. Think I’ll just sit quietly among them.
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