A high summer Georgia dawn. Sitting on my deck with coffee, reading, the sun peeks over the hill across the street. Morning fresh air will quickly evaporate as the temperatures are forecast to reach into the triple digits again. For now, the day knows nothing of that.
I enjoy the hummingbirds swooping to my feeder, the cows lowing in the neighboring pasture, and the distant sound of school buses and tractors trundling to and fro on the few roads within my hearing.
Shortly I will scramble a couple of freshly laid eggs along with a garden tomato, but for now, the air is so cool and the birds are so joyous I stay planted here, part of the awakening day.