Just Another Beautifully Cool Summer’s Morning Coffee Muses
Train horns and cicadas compete on the morning air. Cardinals sing their song here… and there…and way over there. A crow kawing off in the distance, tribal communication at it’s finest. Clear blue skies promise afternoon’s heat. Cottonball clouds floating north, sparse and thin, leaving a hint of afternoon thunderstorms. The air is still, only the ceiling fans making a breeze.
The muse this morning is short. I keep finding my mind wandering down nonspecific trails only to circle back to where it began. Brings to mind the seventies song “The Circle Game”…
Enjoy the weekend…
