Needing balm, something to soothe and cool, I turned again to the simple task of looking. Fired up and blasted off like a rocket that morning, by the end of the day I was dragging myself around.
Too many stories had caught my eye. There were so many burrows to explore. Strategies and crucial questions filled my brain. The simple task of looking would freeze the urgency.
The bracken still had tinges of green. The sky filled the frame with navy blue. Droplets held calm worlds within their lens.
Even now the smell of the earth and the undergrowth is a sweet memory that will get me through the busy days ahead.