Land of Infinite Variety

A light dusting of snow coated the yard this morning, a reminder that winter here has endurance beyond the last of March. By early morning the sun had carried the spring back into our minds, and late today the light cool breeze and the warm sun competed into the sunset. After an easy walk with the wife and dog, I lay on the picnic table in the back yard, talking to my son on the phone and watching a flock of big dark birds swirl high in the sky above me, carving lazy designs in the bright, unbroken blue--beckoning so that for a moment it seemed as though if I didn't hang on, I would fall up into it.