Thoughts on February 1, 2013
Where did January go,
It seemed to melt like the snow
In the warm rays of the morning sun.
February 1, 2013 in Las Vegas the birds are singing. At least, they are in my neighborhood. When I picked up my morning newspaper a bird was singing in my pine tree. I am not sure of the species because I can only identify the songs of sparrow and nightingales. Whatever species it was, it seemed happy that morning had arrived.
It is a bit chilly and there is a slight breeze this morning. The limbs of the olive tree, in the yard across the street, move randomly. When I looked into the sky, I say the half-moon and no clouds. Perhaps this will be a clear day. I did not watch the news last night or this morning, so I do not know the weather forecast for today.
It seemed to melt like the snow
In the warm rays of the morning sun.
February 1, 2013 in Las Vegas the birds are singing. At least, they are in my neighborhood. When I picked up my morning newspaper a bird was singing in my pine tree. I am not sure of the species because I can only identify the songs of sparrow and nightingales. Whatever species it was, it seemed happy that morning had arrived.
It is a bit chilly and there is a slight breeze this morning. The limbs of the olive tree, in the yard across the street, move randomly. When I looked into the sky, I say the half-moon and no clouds. Perhaps this will be a clear day. I did not watch the news last night or this morning, so I do not know the weather forecast for today.
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