Once more around the clock. Cool, 45 degrees… check. Bright, cloudless skies… check. My breath visible… check. Ahhhhhh… if only this was our normal I’d be extremely happy.
There’s a flock of midsized birds in the woods… I don’t recognize their chatter. With the glare of the rising sun in my face I’ll not be getting a good look at them.
And a ruckus off crows keeps combining and breaking apart, combining again before going their separate ways… always with a ruckus of sound. Toing and froing, here and there, all done loudly with discordant cawing.
Last night I stepped out about midnight to say hello to Orion. As I conversed with the stars I heard the mournful hoots of an owl. Not the normal call I’m so used to, but a chuckling almost warbling hooting. We spoke as one does when hearing an owl. But… no wisdom passed between us.
Traffic sounds are lite this day. They should be lighter still a week from this morning. It appears we will be coming together on Thanksgiving as a family, not fully, but masked and as socially distanced as we possibly can. My wife lives for the family meal centric holidays… she’s already been put off for Memorial day and the Fourth and Labor day… by God we will do Thanksgiving even if it kills us…
Well, it’s that time again, the coffee cup is empty… Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world. Especially that we can get thru the next two months and a few days peacefully. Y’all have a good day.
