One fine result of the quarantine has been a renewed awareness of the day to day, the noticing of much of what we use to rush past. And it also seems that God is in on it, providing us with one of the better springs in memory, more color, more songbirds, more caring. If I have learned one thing in life it is the speed by which it passes, yesterday I was a carefree 16-year-old and the next day I am 62. Life has a way of passing away and most of it is done passing. Every life is a great epic, most of it written with fading ink but for some reason, it seems that this spring our ink well is filled with new and vibrantly meaningful colors.
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| Yesterday at the Mississippi |
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