Mama, come quick! And you have to hurry because the wind might blow it away!
Calvin was all bare legs and enthusiasm, coaxing me from my computer work and ushering me out to the front walkway.
There on the sun-warmed cement, under the shelter of his rubber rain boot was a very tiny, yet purposeful stack of dead grass and twigs.
"Oh, I see you've made a home for something," I said.
Yes. The penguin is in there!
I bent low over the ground to slide my face right under his and kissed him on the bridge of his nose.
"I love it!"
A rush of fickle-March wind pushed me back into the house as I ran to fetch the camera and in that moment I felt vital, alive and real.
It must be the first day of spring.
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