nature lessons #…

In a song played by the blooming branches — light green — light air creates a chord so familiar and soothing that all angst leaves and climbs up until it is released on the raises of sun, lately so unforgiving to all; I am

touching the bark with my bare hand to sense how rough and comforting it is all at once

‘All at once,’ I repeat, this time out loud and leave behind the clear air, and take with me my clear head and remain, still.