one lone sandhill crane beside the road watching the cars pass by

sitting on my deck and having just the right riffle of breeze come through that made the golden quaking aspens shimmer and quake in their most amazing way

having my son-in-law's dog, Derby, poke his nose right into my jacket pocket where I had the treats last time I stopped by

enjoying how delighted my son-in-law is with his new toy -- one of those man-grills with a dozen dials

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