I was taking pictures of the girls on their bikes the other day and this mourning dove flew into the frame. That gorgeous Spring light has been replaced today by cold grey rain and wind. Though this morning it felt so cozy, by late this afternoon the girls and I were feeling cooped up.
I was just reading a friend's posts about the flight of youth. Her memories put me in mind both of flights of my past and the flights in my girls' future. Sometimes it all seems to be happening in the same moment.