The Overgrown Gardens of Summer – 5: Olympic Village Seawall

sunshine, trees, leaves, nesting birds, fledglings, grasses and seeds, foraging birds, singing birds, rustling sounds, wind in the trees, wind in my face as I fly over the path casting circular shadows along the way, tipping and turning, playing with forces of gravity, carving arcs through space like a bird in the sky, racing ahead of autumns leaves, committing acts of memory