Drinking Blood Orange Juice On a Bench
Pine needles and leaves swirl in the wind making perfect circles on the ground as I drink fizzy blood orange juice
I wait to see it again but this time they rain down from the nearby tree and one pine needle falls perfectly into my can
I know it's there but I continue to drink from it then present my daughter with the evidence when I get to that sip and she says I'm gross
I'd label it more 'at one with nature' as I was quite pleased that I detected it with grace - felt it on my tongue, bit it slightly between my teeth then placed it back in nature to dance with its friends with a story to tell
I wished the swirling pattern on the ground had lasted more than seconds as the beauty pulled me in, immersive with the matching noise and the same breeze whooshing past me but I remained still
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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