Photo by Robin Boies
The sun paints a porcelain colored sky over Middlestack Mountain to the northeast, as a luminous rotund pumpkin moon slips behind Cold Spring Mountain to the southwest in a silent cosmic language of watchfulness, a passing of the guard at dawn.
The near stillness of morning, a kildees call on the lawn, the invisible whir and chirp of hummingbirds a guarantee of their sweet tooth feeding frenzy to come with the sun. The rustle of leaves as the morning breeze picks up for a last little "HOORAH " of night chill before the sun starts it's daily job of warming the earth.
I love to walk around at this time of day and let the slow progress of the sun set the pace. There will be plenty of time after breakfast to feel the 2/4 tempo of life.