Swallow Rapture

It must be spring - the swallows have returned.

As I was putting Berna in her daytime abode I heard happy chattering. I turned to see four tree swallows gliding, diving and swooping around the eaves, over to the fir tree, up in the air. Chatter, chatter, chatter (that's how you can tell they are tree swallows). I'm hoping the swoops and chitters of delight mean they have decided this is home.

I'll go to work today a bit happier, a bit more aware of this wonderful world, this beautiful place that delights tree swallows. Swallows who dance their joy across the sky.