Fat little birds squat to rest after searching the rocks and shells to find tiny creatures that quell their appetites. Away from their quests rocks a small wooden boat, steered by a slightly billowed sail in the wind. The occupant too, wishes for an interlude on choppy seas. Stormy grayness appears, menacing, and stirred up ocean waves ruffle the water. Shorebirds hunker down anticipating heavy rain while some seek shelter among the beach trees. A temporary condition, the spring weather companion, while all living things wait for summer sun.
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10 April 2026
The Bag Lady 
Cheryl, totally agree with the last line.
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I like the urgency felt about the coming storm.
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Nice take Cheryl
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