on the wind

a light patter on the roof this morning..

squirrels are up early.

already birds, squirrels and neighborhood walkers are out  doing their thing.

now we seem to be nearing the last vestiges of winter.

give us a weather turn to meager warmth. 

it won’t break ya.

spring will abound. 

there’s a good prediction.

for now my gracious, old 52 Chevy 3100 truck that cousin Don fixed up to a charm comes to mind. beige I painted with a brush. four on the floor, what a gear shift. a tight positive dream to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. coming or going. loverly.