
when the spring gives me even a false promise that it's coming soon, i take it for its word. and i never begrudge it all those times its lied.
sunday was the kind of nice you can't expect for february but accept with thanks anyways. we bundled up, shoved some kleenex up our noses and headed back behind our house to the ravine floor below. to get there you have to go through a hole in a fence but we're nature lovers, we live on the edge.
we hear these trains ten times a day. or rather we don't hear them at all anymore as they're now part of the background noise you accustom yourself to when you become acquainted with your space and the sounds of it.
i sure hope we're invited.