across the state yesterday, well into the seventies here. We have blue sky overhead today, a bright sunshine, every possibility fully exposed.
I step outside. The very first daffodil is blooming along the garage, bright as the sun. Geese pass overhead. Yesterday as I walked across the parking lot to the office at work four geese passed very low overhead. The sound I heard I thought was strange goose talk, very strange, then I realized what I was hearing was actually the whirr of their wings. This morning, here at home, the killdeers have gone crazy. Why are they so insane? Are we all insane?
The wind is from the south; it blows away a long, dark line of geese.
The radio talks of trouble. There is trouble everywhere, you'd think. But for this brief, bright moment, there's no trouble here. Of course, as they say, "it's still early in the day."