Parole...

Prison life is beginning to look up...with every drip, every puddle that forms and drains, it's starting to feel like I might be up for parole soon.

A gorgeous, sunshiny day brought out an army of amorous robins and chickadees singing their hearts out, looking for love. A stroll out in the prison yard yielded this reflection in the puddles on the asphalt driveway...of the fence held captive by its own shadow.