Another Sunny Winter’s Coffee Muses. 1458 days.

The thermometer says it’s cool. The skin on my arm says not so much. It’s still. It’s quiet. It’s sunny. I think I’ll turn on the ceiling fans…

I just had a number of red tailed hawks doing their thing loudly along Mustang Bayou. I love watching them. Everyvery winter brings so many hawks to the area. That’s one of the things it’s my favorite season here. But, when you get a number of red tailed hawks talking to each other it gets loud rather quickly.

You know it’s quiet when the sound of the ceiling fans is the loudest background noise you hear. Oh, the cardinals are singing, there is a couple of mockingbirds by the kumquat, I hear chickadees in the cypress tree… But really it’s just a nice quiet morning on the back porch.

I think I’ll just hang out here and chill before I start checking the news and getting upset…