pianissimo

Robins in the garden at midday.
Magpies, starlings, blackbirds, crows, thrushes and jackdaws join us crying: "We're robins too."
Paddy Pup at my side mutters grimly: "I'll be a bloody robin if it gets me some madeira cake."
The spirit of January flirts among the hedgerows and the flowerbeds, coaxing the life back into them.
An ocean sky laps over everything.
The light is gentle.
My soul soars.