I lay on the grass, rested my folded arms under my head like a pillow, and watched the leaves dance. Green, silver, gray and slightly yellowing, the leaves softly rustled as they seemed to hang on precariously on a confusion of twigs and branches that swayed to the motion of the invisible winds. The sky was so blue, so clear, and clouds white, thin and sparse.
Closing my eyes temporarily, I rested, breathing and sighing softly and letting go of the week that had just gone by.
Not a productive week, but a week of muddling through work and daydreams. In the background, the swooshing sound of the canal flowing past, and the chatter and laughter of friends mingled with birdsong.
It's Friday already... my day off.
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