April 23/Third Quarter Moon

Updates on my Travels

I am at my Dad’s house in Gig Harbor, Washington. Writing under the overhang on the back patio. The ground in front of me is wet with rain, and it is no longer raining. What is this wonderful smell? The trees, the moisture, like forest, but a bit floral. Minnesota does not smell like this. And the birds are singing. But they sing in Minnesota too. Thurs…