Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

She was glad to hear the laughter fly from his throat and glide down the mountain. Too long there had been a heaviness to the caldera. This fwlt a step in the brighter direction.

Thanks! a smile. At least aome people appreciated her.

The last rays of sunlight filtered onto the still frosty ground. Coloring it in gentle rose hues. Spring was coming, just around the bend.

She grinned. Of course. And I can listen anytime you know. I don't mind.