This is how blue the sky is today. Not faked, not baked, not filtered or fucked with.
It's just that blue.
Here are my three babiest baby chickens. Darla Star, Dottie Begotti, and Nicey Two Two.
They cheer me immensely as they make their cautious way about the yard, whistling their baby songs.
I decided last night that watching an hour of The Great British Bake Off with these lovely and incredibly civilized people is more soothing than two mugs of valerian tea.
And tastier, too.
And that, my friends, is about all I have to offer today.
At least for now.
May we all be well and open to that which is offered, which is good, which is simple. May we be able to remove the lenses or irony now and then to just...be.