It’s beautiful out today. Perfect spring day.
I mean, I could maybe use ten more degrees. I won’t be the one to complain about that.
Hell, I cleaned up dog poop earlier, and was happy just to feel the grass’s warmth beneath my bare feet, to have a back capable of bending over dozens of times, to have minimal leg pain today. It’s a good day.
As I sit here now, I’m reminded of a few spring’s ago. A conversation in words on my screen. The glare making it hard to see.
The sun warmed my skin that day.
No point in asking for anything more.
