Early Summer Day

[20190520-25 Solo Trip in Washington DC]

How much I like

moments like this;

In the shadow, enveloped by a mixture of laughter, whispers, birds' songs, distant music;

People crossing the sidewalks, in their sunglasses and hats, in their yellow summer dresses, in their sports shoes and bright shorts;

They walk, they run, they bike;

Sometimes one stops and watches,

holding a cone of pink ice cream in his hand.

A squirrel jumping around, looking for food, curious and courageous,

tilts its head and looks straight into a woman's eyes;

...Until two young boys show up, four years of age I would guess, one grasping a red lollipop, and they started chasing after the squirrel;

And I lay down on the soft bed of early summer grass;

And I look up into the sky;

I saw this giant, marvelous canvas,

Blue that is so pure and simple, yet so deep and unreachable;

Green that is so lush and detailed, with uncountable layers of shades;

Contrasting,

yet harmonious.

A light breeze carries warmth, caressing my face, and my bare feet;

Then I notice from the corner of my eye,

A black-feathered bird with a bright yellow beak is hopping around me,

as cute as this early summer day.