A lovely impressionistic piece, conjuring up images of a happy child whiling away the time, a child who still has capacity for wonder.

its warm and fuzzy. me like much. it kind of leaves you thinking that its sunny outside, when it really isn't. good work!

*smiles* Did you ever, as a child, just lie down on your stomach and watched the dust move around. I used to do that. I used to swing my hand quickly through the ray of light and watch the dust swirl by... like cars just waiting for one to bump and create a traffic jam... but they never did... Intersting what memory this poem brought up... Awesome.