Easter Sunday

We walked to the top of the hill in our own Easter morning celebration. We read words of Mary Oliver, Anne Lamott, and later Hafiz. Beautiful, albeit FREEZING Sunday morning. Later, surfing buddy John and wife Wendi drove out. We socially distanced while catching up on the latest. John left us with one of his home crafted pale ales. We will crack that soon. Great Easter, in a different way. Happy Easter to you.