Early Morning

Early Morning

In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies.

I like the stillness of early morning, before the business of the day. I like to think about possibilities and dreams. Nemo roams the yard with me, his wonderful nose telling him what furry little animal has dared trespass on his domain during the night.

The hollyhock is blooming; the wildflower seeds I scattered are, at least, out of the ground. They look pretty frail, though. And, the wind chime owls keep a close watch over everything. Early morning. It’s a good time to be.

Manos Mysteries

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