There would be flowers everywhere
It's like when you wake up realising you got way more sleep than expected and your energy levels are going through the roof as you are used to a lot less time to regenerate. That's what happened today.
And if the bird I just spotted would go on wandering through the park and not freak out over the unbelievably pink pink on my shoes or the wind hiding in the grass, we could probably see the same day.
A sleeping miniature giant on a picknick blanket, ting-a-ling sounds from somewhere near or further away, an incredible blue just above the tree ceiling, pastel & gently humming folks moving along quietly & those little things nodding their green heads right before my huge pair of glasses. Nerds.
Oh, and there would be flowers everywhere. Of course.


