Like winter the week days drag on and like summer the weekends evaporate before you're done with them. But no, we're in the midst of it, the time is now, this brief glory. It's both my weekend and the zenith of the year.
Right now the fields are green. Surely they have been this green before, but to my eyes they are really green. Like the sun at midday I cherish this moment.
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