This morning…

Perfect.

Autumn.

The leaves wave hello.

The cars go by on the highway.

The trees keep standing for what they know to be true (I am so grateful to them). . .

Sitting

Rising

Shining

Two crows outside my windows speaking to each other in Crow…

Leading me upwards

Showing me perfection.

One changes location

Rising over my head

Rising

Rising

Then:  off  into the Blue!

I am here.

I am There.

I am nowhere.

I am everywhere.

Trite…

but True.