Thursday, October 04, 2012


Gentle morning breeze, clouds racing across the sky, as if to get away before the morning sun made its presence known.   Time to enjoy this show of wonder and awe.   Dressed in pajamas, an old comfortable sweater and mud boots on my feet, I sat sipping a cup of tea.  The grass sparkling with dew, air heavy with the scent of fallen leaves.   Peace.

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