To gaze in three directions

Photo: the backyard deck in Sparkill, June 17 2023.

June 18. Musing to myself on the deck on a Sunday morning. Neal is out of town and Flaubert is asleep next to me; the grackles and sparrows are busy grackling and chirping in the underbrush around me. One might say it’s quiet except for the roar of motor vehicles across the bridge on 9W. We learn to fi…