sweetgrass smoke

Here is something I wrote this morning:

... a lazy banner of silken sweetgrass smoke waving in this sunbeam. my life feels fluid. dreams drift in and out the window and swirl softly. i feel like i can hold them gently enough that they can change and get better, sweeter, kinder. this is the place to choose the future from.

I'm not feeling that way right now, anymore. I imagine it will come back at some point. Going for another walk.