I’ve been walking and running a lot lately.
I always did — I always needed both the fresh air and movement — but this is different.
Is desperate the word? I dunno, but here’s what I do know.
Every time, at every turn, there’s some little miracle…

Someone playing music in their yard. Someone hanging trivia questions from their tree. Someone walking their dog in the a dinosaur costume. (And I mean the human in the costume, not the dog.)

Anyway, today it was this: A man in his kayak on the nearly empty lake sending big loopy bubbles out into the misty morning. Just for kicks. Just for us…

Haiku 19
April 19

“What’s with the bubbles?”
someone shouts from a distance.
Iridescent hope!