A horse-dog and a cat-rabbit were walking close at hand…
The sky is completely cloudless. Sweet Earth has put nothing between me and Deep Space but tiny things I cannot see.
So I look up, up, up as I walk and as I walk I am falling up, up, up into the Sky and the Sky is reaching out for me.
The laundry is heavy with dew, but it will be dry by the time I have to dress.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Summer makes both possibilities beautiful.