4/28/26 5:45 44F (6.66C) Clear with tattered pink clouds moving across a light blue sky.
A jay preens himself as an inconstant breeze stirs the willows.
The birds sound like an orchestra warming up, playing scales and fragments of stanza.
Amidst the honks and trills I swear one was playing a juice harp as it flew past, hurrying to find her assigned seat.
Good morning.













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