Okay, Okay

This morning on the dog walk, we were on a narrow band that leads to a bay, that is shallow and deep in grass. It is the classic wetland. It is bottlenecked, and at the neck were eight Canada geese.

No sign of side arms, or shot-guns.

Never the less, I got the point.

Guarded.

I have never been so honked at in my life, even with my reputation as a slow driver.

Finally, I said, 'okay,okay.'

And left.

On the way home, a sax was vibrating a note in such a weighted, extended and passionate way, I simply said to myself, 'I think it is going to be that kind of day.'

A day that is moist and humid, crying intent.

I intend to go to the back porch, and start cutting the wood trim. If anyone calls or knocks at the door, I don't think I will answer it. I have had two warnings.