This will be a short one. I went for a walk amidst the grapevines, and then ran my hand across stalks of young wheat. A red poppy grows in the field and it waves in the relentless wind.
The sky cleared today, marching across the sky, a canopy of bright blue unfurling behind it. The wind howls and whines but we are all happy that the rain has gone.
I sat on a low wall decorated with green moss, and saw past the trees, the distant lake. Like a sea of fog it is a mass of blue, like clouds from an airplane window. Tomorrow I will try and walk there.