We've got blue sky and
clouds mixed up amongst each other. We were in Iowa for the weekend; Fairwater streets looked a bit wet when we got home, as if there had been some rain in the afternoon.
I step to the car. It is a lovely day - birds sing madly, tires whining in the distance on the highway, the pond a mirror.
North of the village - the haze in the distance - an African plain, early morning, lionnesses think about a hunt, smaller creatures thinking about moving on. About moving on or becoming energy in some larger creature's belly. We are all, ultimately, energy in some creature's belly.