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

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

 


…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…