Anthony wakes up from his nap, his face flushed with sleep and his gold-brown hair tousled. He climbs into our rocking chair next to the window. It is windy today, the tree tops bending low and the lake ruffled with waves.
He glances out the window- Look! A sailboat! A sailboat! ! We watch it float and skim across the sunlit water... it's the first we've seen this season, and it's beautiful; the fresh white sails against the deep blue water and the clear blue sky.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come...
Song of Songs 2: 11-12
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