flowin with the winds

flowin into spring, waitin for summer

how are you hippie my friends?

 

--whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

e.e. cummings

 

To be one with trees stiff, hard, limble and ever green.

 

streaming with the seasons. paisley skye.

 

Oh we're flowing with the WIND alright over here in Scotland, in fact we're flowing with the whole flipping jet stream, which someone in New York appears to have forgotten to turn off for the summer.