Steel grey water
on the pond. A galvanized tin sky overhead. Some wind in the trees, not so much as yesterday, especially in the afternoon when the wind was terrible bad. The sun wants very much to break through.
The pair of robins is hop-hop-hopping at the edge of our driveway again this morning. Isn't love grand?
Here and there the streets of Fairwater are still wet. A pair of mailboxes were blown over in yesterday's extreme winds. This morning the flag at the cemetery waves north to south, with a slight bias to the southwest. To the west, the clouds are disappearing: it is morning with her slip showing.
This is Good Friday.
At Five Corners, a turkey vulture holds steady in the wind, like a kite on a string.
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