Walking down the road this morning so early, the birdsong magically uproarious, the sweet baby dozing in the sling after a night of teething, Ari's hand in mine. Ari noticing the seasonal stream, saying "hey, there's my friend the creek!" tossing in dried grass to watch it sail away. The surprise of two ducks, scared up from the pond, joy of their rapid wings and heavy flight so close to us, watching them circle and land close by. Crunching ice in the puddles with rubber boots, breathing in the morning.
Walking down the road this morning so early, the birdsong magically uproarious, the sweet baby dozing in the sling after a night of teething, Ari's hand in mine. Ari noticing the seasonal stream, saying "hey, there's my friend the creek!" tossing in dried grass to watch it sail away. The surprise of two ducks, scared up from the pond, joy of their rapid wings and heavy flight so close to us, watching them circle and land close by. Crunching ice in the puddles with rubber boots, breathing in the morning.
Beautiful. And lovely photos :)
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