Day 130

Tim and sky at the Cox Reservation yesterday.

"Where'd all the good people go?" goes the song by Jack Johnson.  A good soundtrack for today.  On days like this it is difficult to have faith in people.  I feel I will never be anything but a foreigner in this strange country.

But then you come home and your family are the good people, your son who asks you how your interminable day has been, and listens to you, and reassures you, like he is the mother, all the while eating his bowl of cereal, sitting at the table opposite you, having his strange supper at 9.30pm!  And then he tells you all about his sailing today and how amazing it all is, how exciting, how his team is already planning to get to Nationals (which they just missed) next year.

And the other son is a bit sad and tired too, after his long long day, so you urge him to eat, give him the special drink you bought for them, and after a few bites and slurps and telling of his tale, he too is feeling much better, his blood sugar levels adjusted for happiness.

And then your husband arrives home from his photography club meeting, and he too listens and tells and is philosophically optimistic (about virtually everything in life), so that with all these intertwining conversations, the stories of our lives, you regain your equilibrium, your little shining sun inside.

And one of the dear little hummingbirds came to the feeder last night, and I saw her again this morning, a true sign of spring/summer, the most beautiful and delicate of birds, I marvel each time I see them, I never tire of the sight.  I am too tired to do any creative thing tonight, so this is my photographic portrait of a hummingbird.