A Capped Abundance

We arrived as sky trains collided with earth stations, a crashing mesh of slate and navy.

Sometimes the heavens hang so low, they become a ceiling, the stripy rafters of a farmhouse and so it was on this afternoon. I was held captive in a smoking blue and white barn, rolling in the claustrophobia of its arresting rogue humbug.

Yet all the while, yellow meadows spritzed me with a mist of sunshine scent reminiscent of Refresher sweets from my childhood.

And this wondrous place dissolved and fizzed upon my waiting tongue, each bubble of life bursting me into joy. Spilling over, foaming to join the waiting sea.

The delicious conflict of a capped abundance.