Blues up and down.

May 9th, From the rope swing, Puddle Cottage, Cornwall.

A swing around and around, a hold on tight and lean back, head hangs cheeks hang eyes down, or are they up?
The sky is blue beneath my head, an upside down whirl of ten thousand bluebells hanging from the sky like rain just starting. Trees grow down from the sky to meet the blue, where bright new green gem-drops of beech leaf fall into clear blue water. A calming sensation inside this parallel universe where both sky and earth are blue from either view.