Easter

Easter Sunday. The day of rebirth.
I am sitting outside on some chairs that an angel put out for me at my soon to be new home. I am listening to the cardinals, the crows and the woodpeckers and my pup chew on a bone she found deep in the fields. The sun is gently warming me as my tea steeps and a good book rests on my lap. I lift my gaze to the mountain and my eyes fill.

Thank you. Thank you so much.