From high above a fertile floodplain, water, fields, trees and sky stretch into the distance.
Mid Morning
Arable Land

Three Weeks
Abundance
Magnificence
. . .
On the wing, I look to the distance where the sky blue touches the land and leaves its gift of water, wide and far as the eye can see. Ripples of air raise my flight, far above the emerald green of a tree below where I will rest this and tomorow's night.
