Last evening, as I was lying on my concrete sidewalk contorting my body and camera to get the best shot in the best light of my blooming snowflakes and grape hyacinths, I had a few realizations:
one, I love living in a neighborhood where people walk in the evenings;
two, as I get more bids to redo said sidewalk, I should really consider something easier on the bones;
three, the discomfort is worth the view of the sky and trees;
four, the back of my pants had slid down into plumber territory;
five, my neighbors walking by were getting an early view of the moon.