Okay, I’m ready for summer to be over and fall to begin morning coffee muses.

It’s a warm and sticky morning out. There is nothing even semi comfortable about the day.

There’s a blue jay screeching above my head. Fledgling cardinals fill the air with their begging. Seagulls pass overhead… one by one. A hummingbird feeds in the mimosa before hitting the feeder.

A train is whistling it’s way through town. The Sunday morning traffic is non existent as usual.

I’ve noticed a marked increase in the number of jeeps on the road around here since Harvey. Hell, there are four of them in just a three house run starting with my house.

The air is still. The sky is washed out… barely blue at all between the clouds. The prognosticators are foretelling of a twenty percent chance we will get wet today. If it’s anything like the last few, nothing will hit us but a misting.

This Sunday morning muse has played out… along with the coffee. It’s time to head in and enjoy the cooler air and lesser humidity I’m paying for.