The humidity is down, but it’s still warm and sticky out, on this dragonfly filled morning coffee muses.

The first bird on the feeder today is a rubythroat.

Blue skies, fluffy white clouds floating by on each horizon, cicadas buzzing their heat calling songs, it’s a beautiful, warm summer’s morning. The floor fan is on high, and still, I feel the warmth… is it almost fall yet?

I never noticed before, not consciously anyway, how many of the birds that fly over my house are predominantly white. The egrets, the gulls… mostly gulls it’s true, in the course of a day a few hundred fly over.

I don’t seem to have a lot to say today as I sit and watch the world go by… but the wife and I have a date for breakfast, so I had better move on…