3.1.16 If you please, and I please

     Even though it was kind of warm and even though the wind was mild mannered and sort of polite for once, still, the day seemed tough and weighted and that strange kind of arduous that greets you with its weird toothy smile as soon as you open your eyes to the day. Which just happens. To all of us. Sometimes. Unless you have an exempt clause. Tucked into your pocket. At birth. Which mostly we don't . 

     So it's even more confusing if we have any kind of favorite weather at all ,and the scrumpt-ed up weird toothy smiling foreboding day is emerging and moving along perfectly well on a perfectly nice kind of day. 

     Though I mostly don't play favorites. By nature. Which may be one of the things that was tucked into my own pocket when I landed here , all geared up and ready for my own life. 

     So for me there is no favorite offspring and no favorite time to kiss my beloved and no favorite time of day and no favorite colt and no favorite four legged at home ( or any legged/ no legged/ finned/scaled/ feathered/ little tiny pinked footed) . 

     But I do confess that I have a constitutional need for some kind of weather and weather variations and please please not too many days to go by without the great solace of limitless kinds of go-ahead-surprise-us clouds and fog and dark overcast skies and ominous pervasive precipitation. 

     But I got waylaid there when I only really meant to say that we are perfectly capable even on the most lovely or pouring or freezing or darkened days of having the most miserable suckiest time of all, and feeling all kinds of most horrible alone, no matter what the hell you believe it or I believe. 

     So that sometimes the very best thing for some of us, like me, and possibly you, is to get to drive past someplace endless with an innate capacity for comfort that eclipses any emotional concept of unfathomable endlessness, and just be grateful, if you're still with me here, 

     that there are creatures like Kestrels whipping by overhead in their inimitable way and people who form Kestrel Trusts and work to raise money to put land aside for the wild creatures and then insects and microbes and lost dreams and sauntering midnight foxes, 

     On a day when we are lucky enough to have some good-enough-for-now semblance of democracy despite electoral vote scams and delegate plans. And we can go on down to our little neighborhood school and cast that vote for that really best-one-in-quite-awhile election dream.