The day continues to be bright, clouds hovering just at the southern edge of the horizon, defying the predicted rain called for today. The air is crisp and clear, both chilly and invigorating.
A crow calls from a neighboring tree, and presently a pair fly out, followed shortly by another three. A sixth alights in the tree from the other direction. Another call from further off is heard. They are about their business today.
“Hail, Spirits of the Land. Thank you for your many blessings. May I strive to be in right relationship with you. Slàinte mhath.”
(written earlier than when posted)