Winter’s grey back drop offered mystical comfort. Stillness. There at the edges of this world, I sensed another. There was a peace hanging over the loch, like a misty prayer flag. Whisper of wind. Then silence.
This is a day full of presence. Mine and nature’s. A kiss blown into my heart by the beauty of it all. Opening. Breathing deep. The simple red tin roof and the green of the Earth, stop me in my tracks. Tears fall.
they say ‘be here now’
and just as the sap rises-
My submission for Haibun Monday over at dVerse.