The sun moves to the left, shadows to the right. Like a dance.
I'm turning the heat on because it's colder than it looks.
The ducks are in the yard doing their duck thing.
I finished practicing the fiddle: whiskey before breakfast, dancing bear, and a bunch of other tunes, sounding better every time. A little bit. It's sounding more like music (something you can dance to) than notes on a page. I'm not too picky, though.
The ducks have moved into the sunlight, under the maple tree, still winter-naked.
They are working their bills into the soft, wet soil. I can't imagine what they are finding. Bits of grass? Tiny bugs?
The fields have thawed, there's no more snow, except at the bottom edges. There is a swath that stretches the whole width- it’s receding, ebbing slowly like a chilly tide. Spring! It's the first day!
Is it a new beginning? Isn't that true every day?
Today is just another arbitrary date..
The sunshine is almost too beautiful. It's taunting me! It is so much colder than it looks.
My landlord is home, so is her daughter. Spring break. The little blue car pulls in the driveway.
The dog is asleep.
The blueberries aren't pruning themselves.
The laundry is hung on a brand new line I put up today. Celebration.
The sky is blue.