No Planes Overhead

No drone, no trails.

Birdsong, loud and constant, from dawn to dusk. Nesting everywhere, a diversity of type that seems richer than I’ve seen in recent years. Bees in unbelievable number. Butterflies drifting by, after years of absence.

Hunting owls shrieking in the still of the night. Foxes rustling through the garden.

Breathing in the perfume of cherry blossom.

The world on pause.

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