It is the kind of spring morning--candid sunlightelucidating the air, a flower-ruffling breeze--
that makes me want to begin a history of weather,
a ten-volume elegy for the atmospheres of the past,
the envelopes that have moved around the moving globe.
- Billy Collins, A History of Weather
I took my dog, Magic, to the park yesterday. We walked around, took some photos and read some poems. I did most of the photo taking and poem reading. Magic mostly just walked and sniffed. I was really excited about the spring weather.

