walked beside the river today, me, the boy, and the dog. as the trail curled around the quarry, a sea of waving queen anne's lace greeted us. a blanket of snowy lace, two and a half feet off the ground, bobbing and ducking, like a painting of childhood.
driving home tonight from a movie in the park in town, i took in the view just before our road: dark fields, dark trees, dusky pastel sky, just evening as far as i could see. grateful to live in a place where there are still some areas free of houses and lights.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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