Good Friday
3 min readApr 15, 2022
It’s quiet this morning up on the bluff. It usually is, unless the creatures in the canyon get into a pre-dawn skirmish, but that’s a marker of summer and we’re just barely into the tendrils of spring.
There is no wind, even though I sometimes secretly wish there were. Jon comes to visit on the wind, and I woke up with him on my mind, which is right where he was when I went to sleep last night.
Good Friday.
What a name.