My route to the beach takes me through a park. Slightly later than usual today, this morning I passed a little girl, sat on a bench, singing 'Ten Green Bottles'. Her tiny voice was so high it was already close to beyond the range of human hearing; by the time she got to 'and if one green bottle....' it was probably inaudible to all but dolphins.
It is such a beautiful morning. Through the chill of the air I felt the warmth of the sun on my neck, like the softest touch.