KAIMANA
Today feels like a fabulous day to learn something new.
Here's the setting: blue skies. Shining sun. Flowers basically everywhere, even though there probably shouldn't be because it's really early in the season and the ground is still a bit frozen and cold. Yet somehow through the cracks in the earth and the breaks in the snow life has found a way, springing up around you in a cacophony of color.
Mostly green color. Every shade of it: grassy, chartreuse, sage, lime, fern, pistachio. Heck, even some seagreen, which makes you feel a little nostalgic for reasons you cannot quite place. But there's some good spots of yellow and pink and blue and red in there, too, bright tulips and playful bluebells and red cap mushrooms littered with white spots. Some of them have even sprouted up on your arms, and your hair is full of blades of grass and leaves.
Basically, you look like a cross between a gremlin and a forest nymph.
All of this is for a purpose, though. See, you've heard about some pollinators that live in the area and sing as they go about their work. Which, like, how cool is that? So you've set yourself up on a grassy hill, flowers rising up in a sea around you, a clear invitation to any nearby pollinators to come and hang out and hey, if they wanna sing a song, that sounds pretty solid too.
And so, lying on your back with your arms beneath your head, you wait with all the patience of someone who finds absolute delight and happiness in their task and has no issue whatever with the very real potential for it to go horribly awry.
Here's the setting: blue skies. Shining sun. Flowers basically everywhere, even though there probably shouldn't be because it's really early in the season and the ground is still a bit frozen and cold. Yet somehow through the cracks in the earth and the breaks in the snow life has found a way, springing up around you in a cacophony of color.
Mostly green color. Every shade of it: grassy, chartreuse, sage, lime, fern, pistachio. Heck, even some seagreen, which makes you feel a little nostalgic for reasons you cannot quite place. But there's some good spots of yellow and pink and blue and red in there, too, bright tulips and playful bluebells and red cap mushrooms littered with white spots. Some of them have even sprouted up on your arms, and your hair is full of blades of grass and leaves.
Basically, you look like a cross between a gremlin and a forest nymph.
All of this is for a purpose, though. See, you've heard about some pollinators that live in the area and sing as they go about their work. Which, like, how cool is that? So you've set yourself up on a grassy hill, flowers rising up in a sea around you, a clear invitation to any nearby pollinators to come and hang out and hey, if they wanna sing a song, that sounds pretty solid too.
And so, lying on your back with your arms beneath your head, you wait with all the patience of someone who finds absolute delight and happiness in their task and has no issue whatever with the very real potential for it to go horribly awry.
the earth has music for those who listen
