Wednesday, sunny

And even though the wind and rain knocked all the blossoms off the cherry trees, the world seems nothing but blooming. I have eaten berries and fresh yogurt and walked miles and been kissed. I have read how the whale's heart beats only five or six times per minute and how the hummingbird's heart beats one thousand two hundred and sixty times per minute, and now I will take a pen to my students' essays and hope they send my own heart closer to hummingbird speed. God, I love it when the sun comes back.