(designed to read with the window set to two-thirds of the screen width)
I'm looking at the water and reflections of vegetation and of a wooden fence and of people walking by on the opposite bank. There is a robin occasionally chirping to my left and another to my right. People are beginning to wear summer clothes - a young woman passing has bare shoulders and midriff and I see no one but me in winter coat and scarf. A hawthorn near the pond is in bloom - there are hundreds or even thousands of white blossoms on straight twigs. One of the robins is coming closer. It's found a worm but leaves it wriggling on the ground. And then it flies off with it, or did it swallow it quickly?...
...and now the shadows are lengthening and I feel like continuing this first spring-like walk of the year.
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