The humidity was like a slap in the face walking out this morning, too hot to be considered just warm… front porch coffee muses.

The first bird on the feeder today was a tufted titmouse. It was followed in rapid succession by a chickadee, a mockingbird, a cardinal, and a blue jay. As I type this a green anole was sitting at my feet before scurrying to the other end of the porch. Hummingbirds are fighting over the last of the mimosa blooms. While our Mississippi Kite is soaring above it all.

The rising sun reaches all the way across the front porch before giving way to the shade. It won’t be long though, before this side of the house will live in shade all day. By then, maybe the temperatures will have moderated… though somehow I have my doubts.

The sun was warming my back so I had to change seats. Giving up the glider for a bench. There’s a breeze picking up and setting the chimes a singing. That was something I’d missed these last few years, wind chimes on the porch. I began adding some this summer.

Sirens are sounding all over the place this morning.

Sitting here, thinking back to sitting on the front porch of the old house, up much closer to the road, life was different. Not better, not worse… just different. The traffic going by was right there, in your face. Now you sit back away from the road. Mostly unseen, unnoticed, overlooked… a really nice way to observe the world going by. Watching clouds floating by… birds flying over… cars and trucks passing.

I guess it’s time to refill the cup with coffee and check in with the world…