I’m in the first week of an on-line class with the Abbey of the Arts, and the first week is associated with the wind.
One of the things I’ve liked about the first week is the invitation to pay a bit more attention to the morning, taking me outside first thing when the dew is still thick on the grass, and the flowers have not yet opened.
By mid morning, they’re sun-bathing (it’s a beautiful day here today).
The sequence of photos reminds me of some lines from Hafiz:
How did the rose ever open its heart and give the world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being. Otherwise we all remain too frightened.