Of late, birds that cross overhead, around and in front of me I find very endearing. Wings outstretched, the hawks in the area effortlessly glide high above while the many bluebirds and tiny brown swallows flap feverishly to reach their destination on a nearby perch. I am fascinated by them. They all have...
The radio is loud in the car. I like it that way when driving alone. All my favorite stations are programmed so I can manually search for the right song with the touch of a finger. Drowned in a profusion of present pop music, my antsy fingers tap the dashboard in search of...
