just us

We no longer have to fit our walks in around work and weather. We do have to choose times and places that others aren't also choosing though. Today it was just us and the birds. A White-crowned sparrow clung to a branch in the sunshine and sang its sweet, sweet song. Then it turned and sang towards us and turned and sang again. North, south, east, west. It seemed to be sending a message out in all directions.
A little further along, a flicker called. There was a flash of orange and then there were two. One called from a baseball backstop while the other clutched a fence and listened with all its might.
We spotted a rock painted by a child.
And a flash of blue forget-me-nots.
Bright sun but cold, crisp wind as we were huffed and puffed down the sidewalk and into our yard.