Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa and ... [+]
The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So perfectly That I stand up and dive down Toward the heavens, And among the clouds, Before the water breaks my wings, I understand their song.