Morning Stories: A walk cut short

Rain, breakfast and young blackbirds.

I went for a walk this morning. It was cut short by the rain. I turned around to go home and get the raincoat and by the time I got there, it stopped raining and the sun showed up.

I’m sitting in the garden right now, writing to you and thinking that I would love to go for this walk, but now I also want breakfast.

I’m watching a young blackbird hopping around my garden waiting for his (her?) parents to bring some food and I’m telling him (her?) that I understand how they feel.

I think that I’ve made my choice. Breakfast it is and maybe a walk afterwards still. I’ll see how I feel about it then.

How’s your Sunday?

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