Quiet

A titmouse and a junco, white throats and regulars came for breakfast.  Ospreys are fishing for theirs.  Geese disturbed the creek's mirror.  Broken overcast muted the sunlight, but the March wind seems gone.

I saw a yellow mylar happy face balloon trapped in the trees at the hospital.  More plastic.  

It is shirtsleeve warm this afternoon. At bedtime, the crescent moon was gold as it sank behind the pines.