The moment often comes unannounced and unrecorded. Sandwiched between the tasks and trivialities that make up the day then it passes wordless, like the shadow of a bird between the trees.

Now it's growing cold outside. this late in the year, my friends up north have borne the chill of winter for many months. I have already seen the robins a few months early this year. two weeks before Lent... I don't know if they are headed north or south. They always gather in numbers eating camphor berries in my back yard. The azaleas have yet to bloom.
The neighbors are away.