He figured the birds were chirping.
It's a beautiful day, just warm enough in direct sunlight. Squirrels hopped around the fenceposts.
The neighbour boys, splashing and jumping in the swimming pool,
mindful they didn't run around the concrete edges or their father would step outside and firmly correct them. He loved them, didn't want them hurt.
Spring is alive.
Birds are chirping.
He wondered what birds sound like.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
He figured the birds were chirping.
It's a beautiful day, just warm enough in direct sunlight. Squirrels hopped around the fenceposts.
The neighbour boys, splashing and jumping in the swimming pool,
mindful they didn't run around the concrete edges or their father would step outside and firmly correct them. He loved them, didn't want them hurt.
Spring is alive.
Birds are chirping.
He wondered what birds sound like.
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