Just a few hours ago, I had a beautiful afternoon. But I’m too tired. Even though the scent of this flower drowned me in the charm on the bright end. Still, there is no story to say.
There are no words that crossed. There is no idea come visiting. It seemed like the afternoon just asked me to sit quietly, only to enjoy the orange-blue sky, and the white flowers wobbling in the breeze.
When the vibration of my brain slows down, apparently I hear lots of conversation and praise. Among the trees, grass, flowers, sky, and wind. They speak in voice and motion that does not require translation. But clearly mean; nature and love are inseparable. Giving and receiving at once.