recovering a sense of spring. 

too many trees cloud the view. they look like mikado sticks. which one can be pulled out ? the blue sky is the perfect backdrop. the wind is picking up but the sticks are strong and hold each other together tightly.

a wall of trees like a wall of thoughts. it feels like one must bushwhack through.  i don't have a machete. i don' even know if it is worth the effort. i feel blindfolded. without direction or aim. but the view is beautiful. the air is warm and light. the blue color of the  sky is young and fresh. the trees ready to unleash their leaves. an explosion waiting to happen.  its such an ambivalent place to be. i want to run up that hill and i want to bring down each and every tree and yet i want them to transform into a solid green wall. a wall of thoughts. again.