Anywhere but here

Blue skies swallow me, sun beats down.
Lost in a haze. A summer dream.

Beautiful Blue Skies


The hug of bark

Uncomfortable yet comforting. I sit in the tree. The willow branches falling. A shield from the world. Soon I’ll go. Jump down. Return. To the day to day; work, school, life. For now I lie upon the rough bark. Close my eyes. No disruption. No surprises. My choice. My time.