Perched In The Soul

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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all."
~ Emily Dickenson

Today is a very busy day with an early brunch with one of my parent's college friends. Yes, and they have been out of college for 56 years now but still keep in touch with classmates. Then it is on to two doctor's appointments, continuation of the thyroid suppression test for little Scarlett and a full evening of our Bible Study Fellowship. So this post is limited.

I took this picture with my small Canon camera a year ago. It was a cold and blustery day at the beachfront, but the sun was out and the sky was a deep cloudless blue. The beach has a different feel in winter with none of the umbrellas or lounge chairs out. There are also large mounds of sand piled along the beach, a breaker for those Nor'easter winds that are common around here. But here and there were the ever present seagulls. Someone should tell them that the hunting was better at the MacDonalds down the street and a couple of block inland. This bird calmly sat on the post all alone.

Got to be off now. More later.

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