First full day home. Forty days — a month in SF, ten in Toronto, a plane between. Two holidays on one date — Orthodox Easter and Cosmonautics Day, sixty-five years since Gagarin went up. Walked to the park with coffee. The roses had bloomed while I was away. Two bright green parrots stepped into a puddle and began to bathe. Grinning like a fool. Home in the rain, one umbrella, two people. Some chapters open with fireworks. Some just open the door and start the coffee.