Winds carry migrating birds on their stick gathering maternity projects.
Through trees spared from predatory cutting by souls obsessed by sky fulling predictions.
While earth dwellers shyly navigate their way through freshly seeded and chemical suburban soil.
To be greeted by the echoes of land being readied by others for others in homes paying the price.
So, when the sun exposes the winter damage, those may emerge in a health focused frenzied.
To smell their leashed friends winter spoils, mixed with the dusty sweet breezes of warmth.
© NAT CONNACHER
So this is Greece
Observing other truths
Observing my personal truth
The Morning Table