hope and beauty

First of all cloudy and then turning to glorious jacob's ladders

I nodded off and woke to the flat rolling of cambridge sunbathed hazy green beauty

fields of cultivated flowers, rows and rows of mixed pinks and hocks and dragon snaps whizzing past
and then blankets of white wild flowers under the new bridge

and the beautiful cambridge evening ahead of me

OLEM's crisp silhouette in the evening light and barbeque smoke drifting on jesus green