I had to dig through old photos to find a picture of a robin I hadn't posted. This morning I dozed until almost nine o'clock and one particularly insistent robin sang through all my dreams, so that had to be today's bird choice.
The weather was beautiful yesterday, low humidity, sunny but not hot, and I was able to sleep with the windows open. It was so pleasant to lie in this morning, on a perfect day in late spring with the fan blowing softly across my face and that robin determined to tell the world whatever it is that robins have to say.
It was easy, for once, not to want to be anywhere else but here. Now.