Monday, January twenty-ninth

Bright, bright, beautifully clear, blue skies… cool winter morning coffee muses.

It’s one of those rare winter days, at least they’re rare this year… Not cold, not warm, just right. Not a cloud in the sky. A breeze blowing in the tops of the trees with just an occasional caress down here at my lever. Bluebirds singing. Hawks playing chase across the yard. A Carolina wren singing on the feeder, a pine warbler providing a splash of yellow.

It’s warm enough to need the shade of the umbrella too keep the sun from making it too warm. But, the comfort level has my watching and listening rather than typing…

Coffee cup is empty, and the muse hasn’t flowed onto the screen… but it has filled my head with pleasant thoughts to start the day. I’d prefer to stay right here, but the world calls.