A Morning Walk

If it was less chilly I would have stood their longer.
But, the wind out of the north was stronger than the early morning sun.
But I stood there long enough to to take it all in.
Watching.
As the wind churned up waves as it blew across the late spring grass.
And the yellow wild flowers danced in the sunlight
And my dog ran for the sheer joy of running.
Down the hill
And back up again
Through the grass and wild flowers
In circles around me as I walked and watched.