perhaps 100 crows fly overhead through the just- brightening skies shrill with their caws breaking the air grateful for the solitude currently and my dogs intently sniff the frosted grass the beauty and wonder of this Sunday are not lost upon me, but found I pull these feelings into my heart happy to be alive and well so Sunday begins anew not going to be blue have the most incredible day rejoice in this manner strangers, friends, all
*Blessed Sunday. All rights reserved. Poe. 2023-11-19. *
