Honey from the Sky
Refreshment, coolness, wet, calm.
Here it is, gently sitting on and eventually soaking into a variety of textures. Soil, wood, stone, fabric, skin. Each texture releasing it’s aroma of thanksgiving back to the universe.
The birds are active and the humans breathe.
Is the chirp or caw a sound of relaxation and merriment or one of panic, time to rush before the delicate honey freezes? Is the inhale and exhale coming from deep sticky places trying to excitedly wash themselves free, or from frustration because of lack of ability to receive the sweetness?
Choose the refreshment. Feel the coolness. Smell the wet. Welcome the calm.