Spring Wind

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
— William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2

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.

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