The Wind Blows

Published July 29, 2017 by tindertender

The wind blows on a hot dry day.
“Where shall I go, what shall I do?” she pondered.

Beauty in the park.
She will visit a park so large she couldn’t possibly see it all in one day.
Pictures will be taken ~ with a phone, with a camera, with her eyes and mind.

These still images, and sometime moving, will be collected
and shared with others … here, and there.

Time is an allowance to see, to sense, to collect data.
The state of this world will be intimately known,
and revealed in the space between, for an in depth
and personal telling of truth, as each has seen it.

As the wind blows, collection of memories taken from
the park, from a monastery, from a farmers market ~
All people from many walks, observed, connected with
and loved … Gratefulness comes over her.

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