Veiled wildlife

On Monday, I observed a deep, squelching swamp waiting patiently for someone to stomp on it: squelch, squash, gurgle.

On Tuesday, I heard the soft, soothing sound of the nearly silent stream: drip, drop, sssssh.

On Wednesday, I felt the sole petal of a disheartened daisy,waiting slowly like a sloth for its companions to come back.

On Thursday, I discovered shady shadows dancing dramatically like wind itself.

On Friday, I touched the shell of a bottle-blue, ground-treader fumbling and bumbling around carelessly on the emerald-green grass.

On Saturday, I found a million clumpy clouds gradually drifting across the turquoise sky: swish, swoosh, whoosh.

On Sunday, I felt the icy cold stone wall knowing it’s the guardian of whatever lies ahead.