With all that's going on, Sam hasn't been working for going on two weeks now, so it's nice to be able get outside with him. This is a little patch of water that Sam and I pass when we're on our walk along the rail trail. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear the frogs sing. It seems early for this kind of chorus but it's especially nice to hear after the cold silence of winter.
It's always nice to get outside with Sam, but it's particularly needed right now - to get away from the news and to get away from the occasional swings between the sometimes stress and the sometimes boredom of being home - and to instead walk together under cool blue skies, sometimes in silence, sometimes with the occasional drips of conversations that allow him to bring up things which might be on his mind.
Or sometimes, to just walk along together with thoughts unspoken, stopping every once in a while to listen to the frogs sing.
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Frog song is Nature's beautiful descant to the rumbling cacophony of mankind, a palate-cleanser for the ears. As America's Enrico Caruso, Kermit, sang: "It'll do fine, it's beautiful, and I think that's all I want to be".
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