A Weathered Fence

Wet and grey. Everything is looking so uninspiring.  Been there....seen that...done it all - once before and maybe even twice before that.

The spring yellows - once so bright and optimistic - are rendered ordinary and colorless. Nothing is looking new. Nothing is looking old. Nothing is looking like anything much..at all.

And so - I imagine.

A country road. A worn and weathered fence. A one with flowers growing up and around it. I smell the sweet smell of honeysuckle rose. I hear the cows mooing..the horses naying and braying. I see the new planted corn stalks growing. I feel the damp moist earth. I anticipate the taste of fresh morning coffee brewing.

I imagine a picture perfect summer day. Can you see it too?