Ahhhhhh, fall… finally, a real autumn morning coffee muses.

This is what my grandpa Sewell was fond of calling a “misty, rainy morning.” I can hear the breeze in the trees, the dripping of the misty rain in the gutters.

Little birds are flying about. A mockingbird is singing a song of celebration. I hear a pine warbler in the pines. And, the ruby-throated hummingbirds are chattering and buzzing as they chase each other.

The ceiling fans are turning at a very low speed this morning, more out of habit than need. I’m actually wearing long lounging pajama bottoms and a Henley shirt… my preferred cool weather attire.

The day is actually darkening as it gets later. Must be thicker clouds moving in. Radar doesn’t show any rain in my vicinity. There’s lots in the reagion,  but, absolutely nothing along the coast south of Houston.

It’s really pleasant out here. Cool, just enough air moving, quiet… really just about the best fall day you could ask for. Even the traffic sounds from the bypass are muffled by the moisture filled air.

My friend Jeff Hull shared a couple of photos on Facebook that came from our misspent youth.

Junior high school band. That’s me almost dead center, back row with the sousaphone on the right.

Summer camp at Camp Strake south of Huntsville. That’s me in the back row, third from the right.

And here’s an even older one from second grade. Richey Elementary.

I’m second row, far left.

Enough cruising on memory lane… it’s time for another cup…