Thoughts about the meaning and purpose of life, and simple stories about the way we live.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
March 11
Today is sunny and windy and warm for March in central New York, probably nearly 60 degrees. I was out getting the mail, and I decided to rake just a tad, just because the grass was so matted down and ugly. While the forceful, frigid flurry whipped my hair around beneath the bright blue sky, my mind mused on how I was experiencing a storybook quality March day. You know, the kind of day depicted by a watercolor of a father and his son at the park with a kite, captioned with a clever (yet educational) statement about March winds.
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