Swallow the “e” in tingle and that is the start of the day: glorious and glowing, otherwise known as glowrious. Walk to the eight marker and back, a distance of two miles. More of the regular walkers are out. It’s a beautiful day.
Have selected one pathling and two flattened spring wild flowers. The yellow and green winter aconite blooms and a peach colored pacifier are leftovers from yesterday’s attempted domestic occupation of nature.
One flower is splayed open, and round, like the chart of a natal horoscope. The other is a profile, fanned out, like a fan. The pathling is two major sticks, a leaf and three minor twigs. I have drawn on a discarded coffee cuff, so in this case pathling has become Pick of the Litter.
Tingle is electricity. Tingle is when all the circuits are open and flowing. Tingle is balanced, taut and fine. Tingle is light unobscured. Tingle is when your personal valence is just the way it needs to be. I’m sorry to say there are no herons to tingle, twitter or tweet. A bluebird, though, that I can vouch for! I have seen a bluebird today.
The Heron Report 