Today has been the most perfect day to write. The temperature is lovely, somewhere in the distance a concert of some sort. Not too loud, low background noise, and usually I prefer the sound of nature to write by—frogs, for instance, I can hear them, now, or birds, or the geese and ducks on the reserve I live next to. Even the sound of children is fine with me. Natural sounds, I think, of kids and dogs and animals, this middle of May day, and a lot of catching up to do with the blog, poems, and a few articles. This weekend will be too short.