squinty eye quiet joy.

mister boy had a marvelous time on the island this morning without any predators and with a gaggle of new geese.  all the kids were out playing soccer (don't litter kids!) and they threw sticks for mister boy delightedly. everything was flowing, warming, blowing, clouding, rising on the wing, paddling web footed, discussing plans and frustrations, being alive, all at once all moving, all together.