While others, on their own insistence, take care of the cleanup, it is nice to step outside, if even for a couple of minutes. The sun is shining, finally, and the fragrant air is full of birdsong. Funny how I seldom seemed to notice while I was a kid growing up in this house just how beautiful this neighbourhood is. And how privileged to be located so close to nature. Dad does feel very close to me since coming here Sunday, and it would seem that he is walking right now beside me, his pacing slow, deliberate and almost methodical, his head bowed as though in deep contemplation, only from time to time to draw my attention to a particular bird or flower, or detail of cloud in the sky...
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