Last night, twilight, and the wild turkey. She tread a carpet of fine grasses. She was beautiful and unexpected.
And after dusk, the magic of a whippoorwill, only yards from the bedroom window. I opened the window and its solo hung there for minutes in repetitive and plaintive beauty.
Those moments.
And then they are gone.
You catch your breath and hold it and have that moment, moments.
In time, they vault your sky with stars.
Shehecheyanu
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