Spring Wind
“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!”
S and D met at 4pm for a windy winding walk along the Meadowlark, from the empty parking lot at Oerman-Roche. A bit blustery, need for double, triple layers. Meadows starting to green. Large birds soaring; S suspected eagles. As it happens, they were herons.
D has swapped his winter tires out for summer. That reminds me, I gotta remember to call the sprinkler guy.
SR
