It was another beautiful day today. The high was supposed to be 60, but it was higher. The sun was shining brightly. The sky was a brilliant blue, broken in places with such fluffy cumulus clouds that it looked like a cliche landscape sky. I think I painted something like that when I was a kid and going through an acrylics phase. Only mine was a big blotchy patch of white that melded into the cerulean background.
I had one of those stop-action moments when I got home from work and walked the bane of...I mean the dog. He seemed intent on smelling something in the air, and so I looked around and saw the trees, and then looked in among the sparse leaves. I spied the most incredibly red cardinal in a branch. It was a male, and he must have had a very nice winter, courtesy of the birdfeed I had been putting out, because his chest was plumped out and he looked ready to be courting the duller-colored females.
It's a rotten joke on us females that the males have all the bright colors. Don't worry, though, I won't be dying my hair a vibrant red to make up for the increasing salt in the salt and pepper that I have. Still, it's a shame that only the males get to be pretty.
Who knows what kind of weather tomorrow brings? It doesn't really matter. This afternoon, for a little while, I lived in the moment.