March 2018. 

Outside we wait for our water ice. Standing in front of Rita’s.

Across the parking lot and across the street, trees in the afternoon sun. A chorus of frogs sings loud and continuous. It is beautiful. I listen. Stand still. Experiencing this moment.

The power lines running across the sky.

Sustained and dense.

The frogs’ song.

– written April 13, 2018.

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