Been away, haven't  seen you in a while.
How've you been?
Have you changed your style
and do you think we've grown up differently?  
Don't seem the same
Seems you've lost your feel for me

So let's leave it alone,  'cause we can't see eye to eye.
There ain't no good guys,  there ain't no bad guys.
There's only you and me and we just disagree.
Ooo - ooo - ooohoo     oh - oh - o-whoa

I'm going back to a place that's far away.   How bout you?
Have you got a place to stay?   Why should I care?
When I'm just trying to get along    We were friends
But now it's the end of our love song...

So let's leave it alone,  'cause we can't see eye to eye.
There ain't no good guys,  there ain't no bad guys.
There's only you and me and we just disagree.
Ooo - ooo - ooohoo     oh - oh - o-whoa

~Dave Mason

Her hair was black, with a light spray of silver threads weaving through it.
The elderly woman sat on a scooter for the handicapped, in the lobby of McDonald's.
She spoke in a happy voice with the manager, of the importance of teaching
young people how to do things correctly.
She smiled at everyone she saw, including me.
It was a warm smile, that conveyed serenity.
I purchased my coffee and went out to my car.
Thunderheads were billowing in the sky, and lightening flashed from afar.
The woman came out of McDonald's, stopped her scooter, and looked up.
I saw no concern on her face that she might not return home before the storm.
Instead, she smiled, let out a big WHOO-HOO, and raced her scooter out into the parking
lot, in order to get a better view of the show in the sky.
It is in the moments when I am truly paying attention that I get my greatest gifts.

The Wee Robin And I

Last spring, I was fortunate enough to follow the nesting of some robins in a tree that is next to the building where I work.
I first noticed the nest when I was out walking.
Each day I watched for signs of life.
Sure enough, one day there were small heads peering out.
I watched as the mother urged them out of the nest, and as they figured out how to live life on the ground and in the air.
This spring, I was happy to see the robins return.
I would like to think that it was the same group that were born there last year.
I have read that robins do that, return to where they were born to nest their young.
This year, I was nursing a toe injury, so I was not able to walk by the tree as much.
But I did see one tiny head pop up one day.
The next thing I knew, the babies were on the ground.
With their tufted feathers and awkward movement.
It is amazing how quickly they learn to hop and fly.
One morning, there was one small baby robin sitting beneath a tree.
He sat there in that same spot for hours.
Each time I took a break and went outside, there he was.
For a moment, I thought he might be injured.
Upon close inspection (and he let me) he seemed fine.
He was just sitting there enjoying the world.
I watched him, and found a smile in his simplicity.
There was nothing more important for him than to just sit there and
take in his surroundings.
After a few hours had gone by, one of his "nest mates" came along and they scampered off together.
It was nice to get a chance to bond with that small bird's serene simplicity.