A bright April morning following
a lovely weekend. The birds are spreading noisy rumors. The day rolls like a blue ball bouncing along a white sand beach, somewhere that hasn't seen war, hasn't seen death in a very long time. How can I preserve that sense of the day?
Doves and robins and sunlight on the driveway. A cool breeze, like the breath of a glacier just where the ice is melting.
Some lawns in Fairwater have been mowed. Oh, my. It is only April.
The flag at the cemetery flaps northeast to southwest.
I saw a pair of hawks in the hawk tree as I came home from work about noon on Friday; they were there again on Saturday in the afternoon. They are not in the tree this morning.
It is a clear, bright irresistance of a day. Hallelujah, what a good day to be alive.
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