Early morning sun pulls dampness from the cool grass, turning last night’s rain into a band of soft white mist, like a blanket covering the earth just before it wakes.
The flycatcher calls,
“quick three beers, quick three beers”
A lone bee circles me, just to see who I am.
I hear a bird of prey screeching, high above,
then a turkey off on a farm somewhere.
Maybe a kingfisher – it’s not far from the sea here.
All of life wakes up with the sun, greeted by the cool crisp morning air, and rejoices for another day.
——— It Is A Good Day ———–
