There were moments – periods – of such wonder and grace. I was almost overcome with joy. It was just the day being the day.
The morning greets me with a cardinal on the lawn. He gives me a long look, longing perhaps, for some brotherhood. And then, for no reason beyond flying, he lifts up, up through the breeze, “Ain’t nothing but red” I swear I heard him sing. “Red’s all I got.” While I think, it’s more than enough. So much more.
All this happens on my visit to the woods.