Spring. The air around me is a alight with the gentle rustle of the trees, beautiful bird flutes whistling and flitting, a slight current of cool air flowing past ones chin. My cat, jet black in fur and sleek in step, sits quietly beside you. She observes the flowing stars of life in the trees and bushes around her. The branches gently shake, sending small flurries of leaves tumbling down upon the fertile earth. One wonders what another species or denizen from another dimension would see and comprehend from this scene. Would they see leaves like we see snow? The grass spotted ground as a wasteland without the necessary volatile chemicals necessary for their own survival? A twisted, alien landscape without minds nor means? Who knows.
Was just sitting here and wanted to share this beautiful afternoon with you all. Go outside and bath in the wonders of this world.