blue skies have arrived
the birds and I
sing our joy
It’s felt like the longest, wettest, greyest winter so this morning’s blue skies were such a treat that I cancelled my indoor plans, pulled on my walking boots and headed out to walk the local footpaths. I took my camera but my phone was enough. I watched squirrels play and heard birds sing. I paused by the river to listen to it burbling. Rested on the bench in the meadow and chatted to strangers. A perfect morning.
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