There were a few days of noticing. At Moon's baseball game, a nest atop of the light pole, with baby birds yelling for food. A swooping parent came and went. We think it was a condor. Spotted three rabbits that day, too.
And the day before found a jay feather in the yard, and a little plastic number three off someone's uniform at the field of Blue's game.
The three year old next door brought flowers, and later the six year old across the street came with chives. Then yesterday, just as I was taking the feather photo, a neighbor yelled out, "Don't look at the news!"
Followed by phone calls with family. There are things going on. Which drums up things from the past, and how they layer with the now.
Went looking for the thinnest of thin**.
It's not done, probably it never will be.
Sanity is a very thin thread.
(**most of these cloths are from Heike- love her gentle colors)
