Maybe spring is finally here--at least in Central New York. There are buds on the trees, daffodils, grape hyacinths, Greek wind flowers, and violets sprouting around my house. The neighborhood children (the ones not shooting up my garage and porch windows with orange paintballs) are out on their scooters.
I could go to a baseball game, I could walk in the park, or take a ride to the Creek Walk and stroll there. But I probably won't. What I probably will do is clean off the patio table and bask in the sunshine this afternoon.
I have pages to write and more pages to edit. The sunshine just revs up my internal solar batteries.
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