It was 61 degrees at 2pm.
This is January 9t
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It seems strange.
Surreal.
A slight breeze from the south-west felt refreshing
when I was walking in the sun.
The ice has melted from the little pond.
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I could hear the Northern Flickers call to each other.
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The Carolina Wren was waiting for me at home.
It is too early for nesting.
I looked about for bugs.
I only saw a gnat and a fly.
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I sat in the sun and took my socks and shoes off.
The wind will shift. It will be cold again.
Today I just enjoyed the warmth.