All day long there were surprises. Conversations, tree shapes, icicles. Plans sketched out on a sheet of paper. Books. Songs. Tastes. Hawks. A laptop keyboard cold from riding in the car.
Just as the sun lay down on the hilltop, a bird lit in a bare sycamore tree as we walked by. A bluebird. So shadowed, and then so bright as it flew. What happiness rose up as our breath floated off on the air.