DRAGONWYST

On Thursday morning I escaped.

I ran away from the voice that tried to say I MUST go to yoga. I took to the trees.

As I sat alone on a rock surrounded by stately eucalypts, letting the silence between the shouts of birdsong flll me up.

As I watched, a bright leaf swooned in an ecstacy of sun worship and let go. It fell a spiral,  - making a pattern of yellow stripes across the space between the canopy and the ground - too much sunlight.

I wasn't the only one to see the falling leaf.

A black butterfly chased after it and caught the falling sun in great lemon spots on its wings.

It caught the joy too, and fluttered an erratic path over the bracken, spilling pools of dappled gold and gilding the fern fronds.

Then, onward and upward it sped, to return the remaining light to the sun from whence it came.