Slacklining.

            
            Slacklining. It's beautiful. Anyone can do it. Everyone gets hurt on it. No one should miss it. First time up, everyone looks like an idiot. Only the few and the very proud have mastered it to the point that it's beautiful. It's an art. And a difficult one. The person who has conquered the art of slacklining can truly be proud... 


            Incense. It's burning next to me... the ashes slowly, ever so slowly, dropping onto the ground beside me. There are patches of new flowers scattered on the ground here. They want an early Spring too. I hope they're not disappointed. The smoke from the incense is dancing in between the flower patches. I bet they can smell it better than I can. 


            Hammocks. Three of them. Filled, of course... Who can say no to a Spring day in the sun, encased by colored fabric, swinging at the level of the singing birds.


Slacklining. Incense. Hammocks.

                                          Today is a good day.