Three days of June though it felt like a late fall mist.
Jean jacket--buttoned to neck, long pants, and cap.
The spray in the cool air felt good on my face.
My legs were strong.
So I walked past houses to the fields
where the birds nest safely.
The Beatles shouted directly through snug earplugs.
You got me number. You know my name.
And at that moment it was the field which was singing to me.
I know its name. It is here. I am welcome. The wild flowers were swaying.
It joked with me. You get it? It was laughing. Do you get it?
And I did. And all is fine. What a beautiful cold June day!