The ground is soggy, water standing everywhere from the overnight rain. We’ve slipped back into our normal winter weather. It’s 49° outside. Not only does it have the feel of winter, it has the look too.

Even the traffic on the road, as we waited for the buses, was moving more slowly than normal. It seems the birds are all hunkered down avoiding the winds and the moisture. And the winds are blowing, the trees are dancing to the song only they hear.

The house is quiet once more. Wind chimes singing on the front porch are about the loudest sounds impinging upon the quietude. It’s actually so quiet I can hear the battery operated clocks on the wall humming. Actually, I find myself whispering as I dictate this muse to my phone.

The first load of laundry is in the washer. My third cup of coffee is winding down. it’s not quite time to think about breakfast yet. And my emails have all been read. I guess it’s time to get back into the book I’m reading for a while… Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and pray for the nation and the world…

And just for the hell of it, try and have a pretty damn good day each and everyone.