About being mindful and smelly...
My world is very limited again.
A leg in a cast prevents you from walking far.
Plenty of time to think. And that's not what I want.
So I'm focusing on the here and now.
The thin tones of a bird of prey make me scour the sky.
I see them. Three buzzards hover on the airflow above my garden without a wing.
They run slow laps.
Do I look like an easy prey ?
The cripple of the herd, who cannot run away from danger ?
threes ? Normally they come in duos.
Why are there three of them ?