#197
Is this the third Thursday in a row that I've been out late? I'll be out late next Thursday, too. Not a lot to write about. I had a productive lovely day, but I could not be poetic. I tried. I tried hard. But no poetry, nor beautiful prose came from my pen.
I did visit several friends' gardens, though, and they were quite poetic. And I saw many birds today. I saw three hawks, cardinals, robins, crows and I could hear at least three other calls at Puffers Pond that I could not recognize. They were poetic.
And I ended the day with a gaggle of young people who were really fun to be with and listen to. I didn't jump in the pool with them because it felt too chilly, but the sun went down behind them. I was very happy. Night.
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