Sunday, June 29, 2008
early summer sunday
It's early summer, a sunday morning. I'm up just after dawn to open the house to the cool breezes, the chickadees rasping in time to the woodpecker pounding away at a telephone pole down the street. I'm glad it's not outside my wide open bedroom window, but I'm up anyway, enjoying the lack of human sounds-I can't even hear the faint hum of the freeway, nearly always present.
The neighborhood slumbers on, leaving me with my newspaper and coffee, enjoying the quiet and the breeze.
I do love summer!