It's the kind of morning that poets write about, soft pale petal weather accompanied by a birdsong symphony. I'm writing to say thank you for reminding me that there's a grander plan to life than my winter-shriveled soul could ever comprehend. Hints are always everywhere, but today there is a blatantness about it that is impossible to ignore. Like the nest in the windowbox, filled with tiny eggs. I can write a one-word poem in the neon green pollen covering the car: joy.
(beautiful stationery by Mara Mi)