Forty-seven degrees. Across the street, the big bare tree behind the neighbor’s house is full of starlings, so many it sounds like spring.
Earlier, from the front window, I saw a squirrel jump from the edge of the roof into the cedar. Such a leap would not have been possible a year ago — the tree has grown that much.
In that spirit, I am making a small leap myself. . . .
Now, will you just look at that — I landed with both feet on the ground!
December 16, 2021. Afternoon.
Soft Landing
January 30, 2015
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Cedars, Diaries, Journals, Old Books, Peace, Photographs, Sanity, Simplicity, Social Media, Squirrels, Starlings
William Michaelian 