Sunday, November 12

Another overcast fall morning coffee muses.

Somewhere, in the distance, a cow is bawling. A wren just flew in… And out of the porch. While a bluebird just swooped down on an insect from the weather station. A hawk just took wing from the top of a pecan tree in the neighbors backyard. There isn’t a breath of a breeze. All in all, just another quiet Sunday morning on the back porch.

And now the quiet is shattered by the blare of a train whistle at a railroad crossing to my south.

I keep getting lost in the muse, so, just maybe, I should quit trying to write and just enjoy the morning. Catch you on the other side.

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