Rick Frame had this great piece on offer this morning. I envy his Zen-like capturing of the present moment. I wish I was able to reclaim this mindset, but it is currently an elusive target for me.
Step outside into the breathless stillness of the earth:The toadstools, light brown against the green,clusters everywhere, ever so quietly without fanfareappear as if from nowhere. The only movement,the jay eating its own weight in food. I standwatching, breathing through the skin of theinner landscape in the November cold. © 2021 Copyright Rick FrameNovember morn — School Of Blue