Evensong

I am sitting on my front step, working on another presentation, and have nothing on my feet. It is evening, not quite last light. The kids are out in the neighborhood playing. The robins converse amongst themselves, occasionally interrupted by a cardinal, house wren or song sparrow.

Can it be that spring is here? What a gorgeous evening. I never want it to end. I hear the train, kids counting (sounds like the beginning of Manhunt is afoot), and of course, the birds singing. I hear the neighbors putting dishes away, clearing away dinner.

Everyone seems to be out.

I love these days.