My mother always enjoyed those little snowbirds. She'd squeal with delight when they fluttered up as we rode past. Now it's my turn to point them out to Cedar with the same joy my mother expressed when she pointed them out to me.
May S wrote in 1982, "The November evenings are somber, but I love the smells, damp leaves and salt from the ocean."
Thoreau left good words for my consideration. "See those clouds; how they hang! That's the greatest thing I have seen today."
The greatest thing I've seen today was little Cedar turning to smile and wave from the second step of school bus #17. What's the greatest thing about your today?
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