A little romantic blather?

For those who can’t read the text:

The long walk home began and ended in a grass field without wildflowers. Grass whispered like skirts. His path was direct and his thoughts were not. The right words danced from his grasp nimble and flirtatious. She was lovely and he was not. Would wild flowers make a difference when he arrived? Doubts…and more walking. Sunny and brisk. The clouds effortlessly playing charades…heavy…fit for childhood memory. A few birds move in effortless circles. He wondered if birds felt the same awe at the solid state of the ground as he felt for the lightness of those things in flight… Do ants think of me in awe or terror…? The courage of the ants facing the hugeness of the world give him heart…and perspective.