... carry on up the hill, it is strange, but there is no running out of breath today. It is a lovely clear day, a bit cold but that does not matter. The son keeps his mask on, he says that it keeps his nose warm. It is not the intended use of the things, but at least it is a positive side effect. At least it is for him.
He is taking pictures of flowers, the small low flowers that grow in early springtime. Small blue blooms and small white ones too. Birds are making a fuss, all with their regular calls, trying to attract mates.
Later on he reaches into his pocket and takes out a few Easter eggs and arranges them beside one of these flowers. He may be making an Easter picture for his girlfriend, that is a nice thought. It may even be true.
Walk on and leave him to his artistic efforts. Sit on a park bench, look over at at he enclosure where the rheas live. The birds are becoming increasingly unafraid, they take the visitors coats in their beaks in the hope that they are edible. The birds have very long eyelashes, this makes them look a bit like a cartoon, like a humorous drawing. A kind of long legged daisy duck
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