I don’t believe that blue jays serenade. Their sound is rather irritating, however, the group of four flying and perhaps flirting about do look good. They are showing a sign of life with their friskiness amidst those cedar trees. I wonder what they think of us humans moving on, more or less in a sidewalk’s straight line. My four companions and I were destined for Red River, just a good spot for chanting some japa at a bench.
I had wondered why the great mystic, Krishna, had me invest a day in W
