2021/10/10 #poetry I might assume that having a view would change the way I feel. There is no way to know without living it for real. To see so far just feels nice but why I can't explain. When you can see what's coming maybe that reduces strain. The landscape catches lots of sun, reflecting it to me, I enjoy the motion of the wind rustling a tree. It takes its time to cross the sky, this fluffy bright lit cloud. The shadow flows across the land, a slowly moving shroud.