Ana Dance

This evening a beautiful light.  I saw a hill with a lonely tree.  Wheat growing beyond the long grass.  Above, a blue sky with a scattered string of cloud.  I walked and stood.  The singing of the birds were joined by ringing of church bells and in the distance the call of lambs. It was as though I were in another time…

until the roar of cars intruded on my daydream.

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