I have blue jays on my balcony--three great blue and white birds. There is the bully among them--chasing off the titmouse.

At the first opportunity, the titmouse returns.

It is windy. The sun is shining. Blue blue sky.

I guess I could make some parallel between nature and my own life, but I’ve had enough about me. Enough talking. Enough writing.

It seems I’d like to listen, really listen.