Walking in French Regional Park I noticed the delicate seed strings swinging in the strong breeze. The motions reminded me of the Hawaiian Hula Dancers' graceful hip movements
and the swaying of grass skirts. The wind of my imagination carried the tunes of slack keyed guitars. I do not know the name of the dangling seeds and tree, but to me they are Hula with the beauty and grace of life and promise.
Soft and flowy...yet so clear.
Swayng hula hips
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