it's the immediacy of this - and here, right now, the world is
filled with green, and blue, amidst the
spring of my existence.
~
Taking nothing other than what's given in this moment, color, scent, sound and a light breeze playing against my skin - it all registers as a single happening with myself included. Later, I write about the fresh green of the earth touching the bluest sky, I give distinction to the scent of grass and flowers, birds singing, and the sensation of the wind. Even the sense of being present as a separate aspect noting it all is only added later.
That one moment was an entire season - simply happening.
Peace,
Eric
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