oh friday, oh sunshine, oh spring --- yes :: yes :: yes (please and thank you)
There should be some words here. Maybe something to sum up the activities of the week? Perhaps something to project into the weekend? Funny thing is, I am just smack dab in the moment and a bit without the verbal component.
If I could share birdsong with you here-- the way the birds sing as we walk through the grass, around the bend, into the blossoming bushes-- I surely would.
Spring is on. She is here, flouncing about in her party dress.
Always a season of lightheadedness for me -- always. Probably why poets get their best stuff in this time of blossoms cracking open on the breeze. There's a sugaring that could be done if you could extract the sweetness from the air and distill it into letter form.
That's well beyond my scope, I'm afraid-- so all I can do is share these snapshots and suggest we all lie back on the grass, watch the clouds and try to figure out whose song is whose.