Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Water under my feet
Today I rode my bicycle over the playing fields of the elementary school on the way home. They are a bit overdue for mowing, which delights me, because left to itself, the grass on the fields sends up a feathery, seedy stalk with many branches of tiny, pale flowers. The grass was about a foot high, and as each pedal reached the bottom of the downstroke, it dipped into the grass tops as into a flow of shallow water, feathering over the tops of my sandaled feet.