Suppose gravity were to fail one day; we could all just float off into the sky! I lie on my back on a sunny April day, almost May, gazing at the azure sky and the cottony clouds that float by so far away and yet so near. And I think about falling into space. Am I the only one who worries about this sort of thing? When I mention it to others, I just get strange looks, but out here where it’s just me and big sky, I clutch the grass tightly and think that maybe, just maybe I should position myself closer to a tree, so if gravity DOES fail, I can grab hold of a branch as I float by.
A gold finch flirts with me from the branch of a nearby tree but coyly hides behind the leaves, so I cannot get a good photo of him.
‘This Meadow, I hope, is free of chiggers and ticks.’ is my next thought as I start to itch a bit. But I don’t get up, I lie still in the grass, and watch the sky. The birds chirp cheerfully around me saying things such as “Who’s that on the grass?”
I am being lazy. Birds fly around in the grass by me, robins, mostly, with the occasional starling and sparrow, but I don’t move, I lie on my back and listen to the noises around me. A distant siren approaches as auto horns are honking, and I am glad not to be a part of all that.
I spent the morning cleaning my studio, getting it ready to show to a client, and then meeting that client. It was still a mess from last Thursday’s Alice in Wonderland shoot and there was a lot to do.
There are violets and spring beauty, butter cups and dandelions all around me, and I am glad for their company, but I just lie on my back, feel the cool breeze and wonder if I really could fall off into the sky.