morning
sun coming up over the lake
what’s that bird?
Happy 4th of July! It’s morning, 73° breezy, sun coming up over the lake, dog licking my toes. I hear a new bird singing—Eastern Warbling Vireo. Sweet.
2078. time
sun settles down
streetlights slowly light up
one by one
Day turns to night and night turns to day. It’s morning now. Even through windows shut tight to keep out the heat, I can hear the birds singing. The birds go on singing no matter what. It takes time to sing and time to listen. Life’s all about time. It’s all we really have and don’t. Enjoy it.
2077. the perfect spot
neat and sweet
under the shady shadows—
the perfect spot
It’s 101°. And the Scion speaks: “This is the perfect spot. Doing my best to keep cool under three digit skies. Who cares if she has to walk a mile to go shopping?”🛍️😘
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