Inner View

As I lay on the cool grass looking up towards the greyish blue sky… I see something.  It’s slowly falling — dancing in the quiet still air.

Is it a feather? A petal?  A piece of something?  Maybe clothing or paper?  I can’t tell.  It’s small enough to not really see, but big enough to believe.

The wind slightly makes itself known.  The piece skips a step and then tumbles perfectly into a new position…a newer journey, perhaps?  What grace this dancer-of-sorts has.  Nothing deters its simple waltz across the early morning sky. If anything, it seems to embrace a spectators’ spirit to be even more impressive.