Whatever leads to joy, they always answer

Sitting outside with my coffee, thinking about blades of grass (we need to mow this stuff), and the first time someone showed me how to hold one between the curve of my two thumbs and blow it like a kazoo. Not that I can remember that moment, or who it was (my dad?), but that such a moment existed. And also the one where I first showed someone else how to do it (my brother? Zoë? some random kid I was babysitting?). I must be in a Mood, because it all made my eyes fill with tears.

Also, this dead bird I saw on the sidewalk, its little legs up in the air.

But I like the way this dew formed on top of morning cobwebs the other day, like party lights strung over the flowering thyme below.

De dew dew dew de da da da
Is all I want to say to you