Music fills the streets, Folks start to mingle again- Coming back to life.
Heightening senses, Sparkles added to all things. Beauty, the new norm.
Energy in waves, Creative juice flowing- Sacral Chakra plays.
Spirit draws me in. The path unfolds underfoot. And then the bell tolls.
Beams of light and warmth, Winds of change gently blowing. Lunar glow rising.
High tinny buzzing, Deep humming atop the trees – Cicadas singing.
Old school music man Pouring his heart out on stage- Living his lyrics.
Song birds awaken When the rooster starts to crow- A medley at dawn.
#32: Make a homemade spoon from a lid (because no utensil was put in the bag) & eat cabbage slaw while listening to Lettuce.
#26: Get serenaded by crickets (100% more melodious and zen-like than last night’s chorus of rednecks)