On Monday,l notice a crow as black as a shadow as it darts over the dancing trees and glides across the fields.

On Tuesday, I felt the wheezing of an old oak tree, rooted to the ancient mud like it has been chained to the ground.

On Wednesday, I heard a hungry woodpecker hunting for fresh bugs that hide under the bark of the wishing tree.

On Thursday, I heard the rumbling of a black and yellow bumblebee buzzing past-jumping flower to flower.

On a busy Friday, I imagine a friendly pixie hopping through a wooden climbing-chamber, playing with his fairy friend.

On Saturday, walked to running water that smashed spectacularly against the shiny slippery rocks

On Sunday, I saw a holy tree dancing with the wind.