unmitigated moments

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After three or four days of matte-grey skies that sapped the spirit even as careful photographers might delight, this morning, at a distance of 60 or 70 feet, across the street from where I was perched on the porch, a male cardinal landed on a sagging telephone wire as if to announce that sunshine still existed.

He seemed to think nothing of his light, but I who had had enough of intermittent, dappling rain, was enthralled and lifted up as surely as if someone had turned on Beethoven's 6th Symphony.

With summer on the way, it is hard not to hope we may all work on the non-cancerous tan invited by the sunlight of our unmitigated moments.
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