30 March 2010

Not weighted down no more

I rode my bike to the golf course today and had a simple sandwich on a hill. The hill dips into the bottom of a cliff where streams flow down from the top like a mini-waterfall. Every few minutes there'd be a "splunk" from a fallen chunk of ice being melted by the stream. Hundreds of birds were singing and circling above me.

I've been listening to these adorable ladies I saw at a coffeehouse last week: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6a76XArRt8

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what a good life!