This morning I walked my parents’ dog (he’s here for 8 days) to the park along the bluffs, at about 6:30. The sun was up already shining over the water and there was a vague lake-haze but it was burning off fast. It smells like spring, lush and green. A flock of geese were cruising way down in the water: they were just small dots but their honking carried loudly. Then they took off and flew overhead, probably headed for points north.
In the silence after they passed by, a cardinal sang at me from a willow branch.
I feel hugely grateful for this house having been for sale when we were looking.
