The Forward March of Spring

An odd thing to be alive and not talk about it more.

First page of a handwritten journal entry by Wynn
First page of today's journal entry.

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Pinks and blues paint the newborn nursery colored ceiling called the Spring sky.
A color changing kaleidoscopic stained glass dome covers The Earth at dawn.

Clouds like long wispy billows of the smoke water makes...
Steam, rise, and join the chromatic sunshine show.

An early flight airline rumbles overhead.
The Interstate wooshes to life with traffic.

An odd thing to be alive and not talk about it more.
Everyday activities are miracles when your eyes are adjusted for wonder.

What a world,
What a gift!

Life alive and the opportunity to share it.
There's nothing in the way of living a wonderful life but being in the way of it.

Why choose trouble when there's so much opportunity for joy, for peace, for whatever love and satisfaction from a day of honest work is all about?

Bird songs play a different tune every morning. Did you know?

The World has her own set list for the day's show. Everyday.

Today is the forward march of Spring.

The chickadees and sparrows, cardinals and crows, sing out, 'Hey baby let's start a family and get makin' babies' hip-hop anthems.

Everyday is a song. Sunrise lifts the baton to start the band called Color. Sunset closes the curtain and takes a bow.

What music do you add to the show?

Words of witness and wonder here.

Take care and make a wonderful day.

~ Wynn ~

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