Brilliant sunshine of a Springtime morning. I slide the door open to feel sweet breezes on my face and to try to count what looks like a thousand Blue Grackles on the fence and on the grass. A thousand voices speak at once. I tell myself that I must remember this day.
Fast forward 33 years. It's a beautiful morning in the Spring. A child who has my face gazes out the glass door...A thousand Blue Grackles strut and preen and hunt for breakfast on the grass.