Monday, April 05, 2021

welcome every migrant bird

What I do in April: throw open the balcony doors to a turquoise evening, chilly with the fragrance of melting ice, euphoric with the promise of spring and adventure. I listen as seagulls announce their return from warmer climes and music spills out from warmly-lit windows.

I savour the bright colours of Easter, the strangeness of traditions like April Fool's Day and Easter witches, the mind-blowing message of Easter itself. I drink coffee in the sun while watching the ice melt into the sea. I plan for a delicious birthday cake and welcome every migrant bird that returns.

I let my weariness melt in the warmth of the sun.

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