…a mug of the brew in hand, and a songbird serenades…

…an enthralled and appreciative¬†audience, and worldly cares forgotten…

 

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…as day ends, cycle of life continues…

…the ‘hunter’ is seldom ever not ensnared, pleasant life mystery…


…as night falls, and a smile of appreciation…

…the smile, the laughter, the mere presence, too rarely (?)¬†remarked on, transformed into a loving lullaby…

as we wait four more years, Russia 2018, to be that¬†child again among fellow ‘superannuated’ children…