It was so beautiful yesterday. I had the doors and windows open. I didn't have any music on at all, just so I could hear all of the birdsong we've been missing so much these past long months.
I have a dream to buy a little piece of land — a meadow edged by forest. A weekend place. Not too far away. I found one on-line. It has an old red shed on it now, and a tumbling-down old rabbit hutch. Someday we could build a cabin on it, but for a few years maybe we could just have a little trailer, or even a tent. I'd throw my quilt on the long grass and read all afternoon. What I imagine mostly is how it would sound. Quiet, with birds and leaves.
