This morning I took a very slow amble around the duck pond where I used to regularly walk and bird watch. The local pairs of mallards and Canada geese are already about; I’ll have to remember to return and look for nests and hatchlings. I spotted a kinglet, downy woodpecker, red-winged blackbirds, and the usual passel of cardinals, mockingbirds, and sparrows. At one point a pair of raptors sailed overhead but they were too high to be able to identify in the overcast light.
Back in the car, this song came on the radio and it made me wonder for the first time how our parents felt about hearing us belt out “What a Feeling” and “Eye of the Tiger” hundreds of times in a row. Those were our fight songs and of course I’m not biased when I still prefer them.
But I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me.