How Happy Is the Little Stone
By Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
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Another quickie because we have to get up before 6 a.m. to drive Adam to the airport for his summer in Seattle! We had a nice day -- I took him to meet Paul at his office for lunch and we all walked by the pond to see the geese and goslings (plus a cormorant and a heron) afterward, then Adam went out with a friend from school for bubble tea and I went to a Pokemon raid, then we all went to my parents' house for Mexican food, then we came home for several hours of laundry and packing interspersed with a phone call from Paul's parents and this week's episode of The Handmaid's Tale (go girls!). Here are a few pics from the goose pond and dinner plus one from Not Your Average Joe's the night before:
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