Summertime weather hits me in the face for my morning coffee muses.

The soundtrack of summer has begun, cicadas humming all day every day. Throw in some birdsong, right now it’s a cardinal in the woods to the west, and it is the way my day starts. The sky is covered with a layer of gauzy, high clouds. Barely changing the blue color of the sky.

The muse isn’t coming this morning… all I seem to be able to pull up are sneezes.

Today we will attempt to have a D&D session. It’ll be the first session in a month. An afternoon of heroes and monsters, treasure and quests.

The air is still. Only the very tops of the tallest trees are showing any movement… And even then it’s not much. Thank God for mechanical breezes. Wind chill, what makes Texas summers livable.

There’s a half moon slowly dropping in the western sky. A pale imitation of it’s nighttime self. A vulture sailing across it’s face.

The hawk is back on the ground under the corner pines. I have no idea what keeps attracting them back in that corner.

Slow words on a slow morning. I sit and stare, I watch nature doing what nature does, and I just watch. I recognize most of what is happening around me. It’s the same thing that happened yesterday… and last week… and last year. It’s familiar. It makes me feel at home.

Somehow, an hour has passed and I’ve managed put a couple of hundred words down. But the cup is empty, and breakfast needs to be pulled together.