I am suppose to be practicing guitar or preparing a lunch to take to work but I was seduced by steam floating off the neighbors’ roof shingles. It grabbed me while I opened the window shade in our front room. Now I’m walking down Chicken Ridge in half fasten sandals and no coat in this strong spring light — a welcome surprise on a day that promises only clouds and afternoon rain.  It’s just me, an inpatient dog walker and robins singing as if energized by the light. Aki, immune to the bright and shinning, hasn’t left her bed.