Warm day, the trees just beginning to turn.
The wind tossing the branches and gusting as it passes on through the land.
Raptors far in the sky, wings motionless,
riding the wind streams .
And out we are, me the carpenter's assistant,
as he replaces a wall in the tenants cottage.
And talking. Laughing.
Then his luscious Minestrone soup ,
while listening to each other's choices of music.
Evening settling over all, as the dream-like sylph clouds
slide across the horizon.
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