Voices on the Wind Voices on Relaxation
Back to Nature by Kathryn Jacobs Five-petaled pink stars vied with Queen Anne's lace and russet-eyeballed Susans which seemed wrong, but they were too exuberant to care, and no one asked the crickets. In a world where funnel-flowers with bent-back airplane wings were taking off for good (and so were we), where frogs inhabited the showers because we had no right to be there: in such worlds it just made sense to migrate. We were fat and waddled on the trails like baffled ducks, and we dropped crinkly wrappers that smelled sweet although they're hard to swallow; but since the birds liked bugs, and bugs liked us we were allowed, on sufferance.