Branches near branches for squaking crows dropping things.  Coral dawn peeking between the gray clouds then snuggling back under the covers.  Flat polished stones embedded in the narrow road revealed beneath the fine chatting gravel.  Firm bedrock beneath surrender.

Control cravings are like moving gravel around a path.  All paths are paths.  Some wet and cumbersome, tangled, flat, rocky.  Some more trodden than others.  Rocks revealed and gravel appears from boulders that are the earth that is my home.

An English daisy finds its way to landscape all soccer fields.Divine songbird singing words of eternity’s bracing boost with spring.  The Presence dancing.through my heart.