I was standing there at the beginning of the day, having a
perusal out in the world, before the day actually began. That lag time, where
it's prior to what must needs be done, whatever that may be at this time for
each of us.
I was on my way to running the rabid pup, but dropped by the river,
of course.
The top of this beautiful Pine was filled with Starlings, singing an
early misty song all in many part harmony, as the river, of course, flowed as
it does, and the trees across the land slowly listened to their own song of
change.
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