June 3, 1971 - Toad

The high point of my day was toad - 2" high. He looked in our window from the window well (at work - ACS - on Florida Ave.) allowing me to grasp him, hold him, speak to him, look over him - shades of brown, cool & dry with golden irridescent eyes. He moved within my palm until I released him in the high grass of the field and felt in my hand still the feel of life, of good & precious & simple life, so true so rare & as overpowering. He was what it's all about --