by the end of this week we will slip back into the pre-spring chill, but yesterday was...
girls on bikes after school, both outgrown the small metal frames with winter, hunched over madly pedaling, brown hair flying, bug-eating grins
front porch sitting in late afternoon light filtered through the budding trees
dog walking and laughing with jaya, for miles and miles, in sunshine and warm wind - the kind that blows life into you rather than out of you
windows open fresh air bird songs cats in sunny patches on the floor
driving with the windows down and music up