It’s absolutely perfect. I’m lying on the deck – on the sunbed, eyes closed. The calendar says spring but this sunshine is strong summer.
I’ve pulled my tshirt up to expose bits of flesh that haven’t seen the sun, haven’t felt fresh air! in months…thinking of taking my jeans off.
I am quite secluded, hermitted away here.
You think you hear nothing but there is no silence.
In this ‘silence’ I hear the wind. Or rather, the many plants brushing against themselves, and each other, as the wind visits.
I hear the sea. I wish there was a word, not overused, to describe that sound; and how happy it makes me feel. I imagine myself tossed about by those waves – the salt healing my skin along with this sun.
And the longer I lie here the more varieties of bird call I hear. Talking to their own family? Or do they all understand each other’s language…
There is such calm, and profound joy just being in this place.
Within a short time the wind has taken the sun’s power. And then the clouds roll over it, white and fluffy, diluting the warmth further… The sounds have changed as well. I hear a seaplane, and a siren. Real life and daytrippers are out there.
This morning, a very small bird swooped me 🙂 A baby kingfisher I think. Testing it’s tiny muscle. Ha ha yes, you can share my breakfast, no need for the display little one.
If I hold my hand out flat, like offering apple to a horse…would a bird eat out of it without pecking right through my palm? Stay tuned – I may try that tomorrow.