Another Cool Overcast January Coffee Muses Morning.
It’s still. It’s quiet. It’s cool. It’s cloudy. There are a pair of cardinals in the cypress tree. The crows have inspected the yard from on high looking for the always anticipated offerings of stale bread. Traffic sounds intrude on the morning peace, akin to the crows kawing their disdain. There is a bare hint of a sun showing thru the clouds.
From in the house comes a hint of sound as the grandkids occupy themselves with the modern-day equivalent of Saturday morning cartoons. High in the sky a swirling mass of sea gulls is flying over, going who knows where from some unknown shore… our maybe just from one Wal-Mart parking lot to another. And there, high on a leafless tree, another crow has stopped to look for offerings.