March 29, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

Walking the dog this morning it was like stepping into a dream: the warm sun smiling down on us, turning a corner I saw a bird pull a worm out of the ground. The trees were alive with the songs of birds and I half expected to see cartoon tulips singing along. It was glorious and warm today, the warmest it's been in five months. And everything felt alive with the promise and expectation of new life to come.

Yours,

Dan