Listened in

even the rowdiest of the rowdies has an understory.

what's happening above, affects below.

reminds me of summertime, on the warm concrete curb raking branches in the gutter. sending leaf boats floating down.

neighborhood bulletin board.

it's been over a year since i've sat outside. i realize i really miss the plants. had a really good conversation with a beautiful young tree. i had tears in my eyes. i had forgotten what that felt like.

thank you Sun.

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