It was a perfect morning. Cool enough to wear a sweatshirt and shorts, but with the promise of getting warmer later.
Barry kept me company as we watched the day wake up. I saw a cardinal flip about from branch to branch. I heard other birds say hello. The train whistled in the distance and Barry kept a very close eye on the squirrels.
It was one of those moments where I was keenly aware of my surroundings, who I was and what it took to get me here. And I liked it.
It had the makings of a very good day.
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