glory

A day I can get behind.  Nothing but smiles for strangers.  Feeling light in spite of the thick pound of mud caked into the treads of my shoes.  The sweet smell of earth warmed by the RETURN of the sun.  Red-tailed hawk like a pinprick of a kite until it takes a missile-like dive into the field and I cannot see if it hits the mark because I am on the other side of the overgrown fence row.  I whoop at geese and laugh as they squawk and flap halfheartedly into the pond.  I shouldn't -- they, bathing on sun-blessed southern banks and I, having no idea really, still imagining that they think it's fun too...