The sun is up! Shafts of morning light spread across the room, inviting us to rise and go outside. At the feeder, juncos jockey for position with remarkable civility, and my thoughts alight on you.
I think of you daily and shall always remember your breakfast rituals: the paired cereal bowls with silver spoons; the boxes lined up with their ingredients list facing outward; the sharp knife ready to slice the banana in carefully measured portions; the sweet music of your movements.
Today, on your 95th birthday, I raise my coffee mug to you: to your long and fruitful life, and to your memory among us.