It’s 9:30 Saturday morning.
My journal and I. We’re outside. Outside!
I’m happily enjoying the birdsong.
A lawnmower is purring down the hill.
Soft neighbor’s voices drift over.
Water from my fountain is melodic.
I can hear the wind in the trees.
My own breathing.
Coffee is brewing.
A short video clip is coming this evening.
I want you to hear this.