Day 0472

Worked hard on painting.

Goldfinch, starlings, bean shoots, sweetpeas, kids next door fording the river and exploring the field, just like I did when I was a boy. The restorative feeling of eternal renewal; that springs happened before me and will happen after, and it is universally wonderful to have been a part of it all, written forever in precise four-dimensional co-ordinates never to be altered: I was here, and I was part or this magnificent web of life.