The diamond-studded grass crunches under my feet this morning. A few cotton wisps feather across the cerulean sky. And I am standing in golden confetti rain. The trees are letting go. I struggle for words to describe what I see and hear. Riffle. Ruffle. Whoosh. Pitter. Patter. Plop. Plop. Tumble. Twirl. Float. Flop. It strikes […]
daring to open doors
