windthread

the feeling of green.   the memory of rain.  the faith that it will come again,   while we breathe in Heat.    it's just June.   Come  back from  giving water…both gardens….it's dark.   take off all my clothes.   What is the experience of Trees?   i close my eyes and try to empty of my self so i might wait for some kind of answer.   just something,  anything,   some sense of it,   they have no shade,   only give it