Thank goodness

Just sublime,

Shouts the birds.  

It’s 5:10pm this evening and sun setting through the redwood branches keeps this outside. 

The cherry blossom spring florals pluming the air doesn’t hurt, either. 

Thank. Goddesses for these moments. 

Really, have they been here in wars, in late February? Probably. Juncos don’t give a sh*t about war, or anything we do, truly. 

Nor do the plum blossoms. Or the sun. 

Thank goodness.