The Misty Woods
This morning, the woods are receding in the fog and mist of early spring rain. From my from porch, I hear a red-tailed hawk crying repeatedly to try to drive the mist away so she can see her prey more clearly. When this weather ends in a week, all sorts of early spring blooms and buds and leaves and smells will appear as that mist and rain disappears, and we'll think it is magic once again. And it is!
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I wrote this air for days like today.description here
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