Aug 24
Swinging in a blanket swing,
the sun hitting most of my body,
cold wind hitting my arms and face—
autumn’s coming slow and steady.
I close my eyes,
the sun hits my face,
leaves rustling, kids playing,
I fall asleep—
listening to the sounds of divinity.
the sun hitting most of my body,
cold wind hitting my arms and face—
autumn’s coming slow and steady.
I close my eyes,
the sun hits my face,
leaves rustling, kids playing,
I fall asleep—
listening to the sounds of divinity.
A bit of what I felt during my time in nature on a blanket swing
