A spring day.  The sun is hot on your skin.  There’s a breeze now, instead of wind, and it’s cool.  Not at all humid, but it’s not dry either.  The air feels clean, pure, and perfectly saturated with all the newness and radiance of a brand new day of the sun meeting the earth.  When you breathe it in it seems to clean out your insides.  Everywhere it’s green except the mountains and sky (and this house)–they’re blue.

Don’t these clouds look like wind-blown sand on the beach? Or the ocean’s waves rippling as seen from far above? Or perhaps this could be a desert-scape, the blue a mirage plastered across a seemingly endless expanse…