Five am is light already. Big changes over the weekend. He still needs headlights to start out, but the destination sees the day.
Quiet this morning, overcast still from the pounding rains. The birds aren’t sure there’s much to sing about. Cozy in the nests and bushes, reluctant to get wet. Reminds me of the bathing of a pet parakeet; angry with us, sat brooding at the opposite end of the cage until his feathers dried. We thought, egotistical. How would we know?
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