Photograph.

Somewhere in the alley behind where I no longer park my car, there is construction. I think maybe it is the tree trimmers working in the palms that line the street.

Warmer today than it has been, the weather predicts near 80, despite the rain last night. My knee was aching so I knew in advance anyway, but I can hardly mind. It's finally warm enough for my girl to sleep in nothing but a sheet and she is beautiful.

I have been up since six this morning, and even though I tried to sleep for an hour or so, my body just wouldn't have it. Far too early a start if you ask me, but then it gives me this. Maybe later I will clean up the room. Hanging up the laundry will keep me from being frowned at, and I do admit to enjoying less wrinkled clothes as well.

The trees are still falling in the distance, the buzz of chain saws and gas hedge trimmers removed enough that it is like the drone of giant bees. The honey they make is the reminder that spring is coming.

She is beautiful and sleepy. "Put Hayate down and cuddle?"

It is impossible to say no.