A Placid Docile April Day

it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days. I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu. an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises. my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody. Sophie, my cocker spaniel sits behind me, she is an inside dog. Buddy, our husky mix trots a giant six pound bone around in his mouth. there is a car on Kansas Avenue, we cannot see it, but we hear it. nothing else is moving until I spy a blue jay landing on a branch. so light in hue, that he could be an arctic jay, he is the lightest gray. annoyingly loud muscle car can be heard in the distance, tearing up a street. roosters behind me begin to crow, even though it is noon. melodic chimes heighten their melody as today’s breeze picks up. trilling of birds gives me a reassuring thought of God in the yard. behind me I hear the purr of our porch refrigerator. if there has ever been a calmer day, I was not aware of it. someone revs a car engine far off in the distance. old man or boy, I think, or old lady in a mumu. This makes me smile.