It’s an inspiring, fresh sit outside and write kind of day. Nature’s colors are vibrant, and I’m reminded of some of my favorite poets- Frost, Blake, Wordsworth, Thomas, Tennyson.
The sky is bright, except for clusters of nomadic clouds moving in, momentarily obscuring the sun and providing some shade and relief from the heat. Tiny brown Warblers fly past as if I were a statue to them, hopping and dancing at my feet until the slightest movement by me alerts them of my presence.
I was trying to capture two birds playing in the grass but the sun was obscuring my camera screen. If you squint you’ll see them.
I sat on a bench beside this tortoise for an hour before a little girl pointed him out. Proof that as adults we forget to notice the small interesting gems that dress up the scenery. He’s mighty cute.