big smattering of raindrops on the pavement and on my face.
the teeniest baby quailbirds ever waddling after their mother.
i don't even need three things today. just those two are enough.
Oh simple things, where have you gone. I'm getting old and I need something to rely on...
3 comments:
I saw the prettiest quail bird when I pulled up to your house....it made me pause even briefly to realize beauty.
big drops
little birds
you are the beautiful third
b.--aren't they beautiful. So tiny and perfect.
geo--you are so sweet.
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