Saturday Afternoon

The happenings around are the usual but everything has a “far away” taste. I feel like a bird, having flown in on a west wind, perusing the scene. The trees and ubiquitous plants are the same but it feels like a first look. Even the “air” is new. Walking speaks like a wild fresh idea. If I were reborn would I feel like this? All the people are new. Sounds, sights and smells are wildly fascinating. I can’t wait for the next moment’s enfolding. Tell me J——  What do you have in mind?