...Celebrated its joy. (7-31-08)

I have not swung so high in so long. This timeless feeling of childhood creeping into my soul. I am alive this day. The clouds excite me. I was asked to describe the color green for someone who is blind. I said that green is the sour in a granny smith apple, it is the bitter aroma of freshly cut grass. Later I thought it to be the sounds of water rinsing spinach in the kitchen sink. The sound of spring leaves, not fall leaves, soft and moist, brushing against each other in the breeze. I laughed in the day that this was. I cherished and celebrated its joy.