Abstract Thursday : The Love of Bluebells

I could sit here all day long. The bluebell wood is quiet but for the song of the blackbird, and the constant flitting by of the bluetits. A fox slides through the sea of mauve and purple, aware of me and yet uncaring. My perspective extends, as my mind drifts into trace. The woodland takes on new form, and holds me forever in its midst.

I waffle, but it's Abstract Thursday and I've manipulated a recent shot into a dream of bluebells. Can you see me sitting there? And the hourglass whose sand is quite run out? Thanks to youoregon1 for giving an open theme for this week's challenge. 

I'll be back blipping for the next week. Look for me where you'd least expect me. ;-)