The trees are thinking the air is still, tiny movements touch their branches - cool air brings moisture and a watery sun brightens; the squirrels are thinking, they pause, eyes gleaming, clasping rosy hands across their fluffy white chests and wait to see ...; the plants are thinking as they push tiny shoots green above ground and peep about them; the haar clings softly to the hill, making us pale. Suspense and promise is the day, as if it waits for an unknown signal to burst into life and movement.
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