:: the moon outside my door this morning, begging me to try and capture it
:: the sounds of birds giggling and chitchatting in our trees before dawn
:: the smell of dinner on the grill all over our neighborhood
:: the slightest hint of green in the rose who appears to have survived the winter - much like me
:: red-winged blackbirds, in groups of three
:: crocuses emerging from the blackened mud, whose color is louder than their smell
:: watching delilah fly at the park - at once, both unsure and hopeful
:: moments of solitude. the quietness teaches me everything.
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