the breeze traverses it's way right through mission control, cold edge and narrow focus it cuts the skin and sharpens the bone. silver light swamping the ferns, some sort of glade under a layer of fronds, see the fractal land in a dark green leaf, see the fade of winter clash with spring, feel the contours of times division, seasons of the mind.
i feed the fish, the koi swims with his mouth wide open as food pellets rain down, i have to make sure i lure him into position without scaring him, he's got poor vision and is easily spooked. the other fish slaps his tail around and frolics with glee, feeding time for the pond life brings a sense of clarity, a zen space, slightly mediative as i try to clear my mind, join the fish, be part of some thing greater.
later i play frisbee with my dog, he's been raiding the neighbourhoods dustbins, dragged back an assortment of contraband which i have to throw away again, recycled trash recycled. 
the birds get their fair share of seeds and pastes, they chirp around, flying out from the trees, flashing of colour, making a lovely racket.
sunlight dances, blue skies filter the branches, another perfect day. i wonder what the waves are doing, the particles seem to be just fine.