“the whiteness of the true dawn is reflected, causing the viewer to forget his desire to move towards the highest heaven.”

We have come a long way since the days of meatball subs and gallon cans of pudding

The cold months had not affected the resident backyard annoyances in any meaningful way that I could discern

I, for one, was ready for things to begin

I love the flock of seasonal visitors each year because it allows me to indulge my favorite pastime, people-watching

They say children are overscheduled in this day and age, but what about us?

I realized I was already lamenting the end of the cold months

A golden, transcendent moment when the horsecollars came off and possibility reigned

A gentleman who exuded an infectious joie de vivre

Augurs of change