A small furry mammal pokes his head up through dense leaves.
Mid Morning
Woodland Floor

Half A Minute
Discovery
Burgeoning
. . .
I have seen you before. The danger and the beauty of you. Gliding high, wings outstetched. I wonder at your skill, your life among the clouds. We are so very different, you and I, and yet those things that separate us: my earth, your sky, both form part of this world we share, despite the accident of our watchful distance.
