Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (18)

Day Thirteen, Robin I was a dandelion seed freed from its stem. Fern picked up my mood and skipped around my feet as I hummed at the sink. The day passed lightly with no expectation of Ira to weigh it down or Jay to distract me, and the tarlings responded well to my buoyancy. After … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (18)