Its a Beautiful Day

I rose early this morning, well before the sun rose.  A somewhat disturbing reoccurring dream would not leave my head despite my attempts to think on more pleasant things.  It only seemed to worsen each time I would try and go back to sleep so I gave in and left the warm comfort of the bed and Vincent's "soft" snores.  I made my way to my computer and caught up on some reading via blogland that I had not had a chance to earlier this week due to my busy schedule...

In the silence of the house I read some wonderful words from others in regards to the holiday season, traditions, struggles and such.  It was a pleasant time.  As the sun started to peek on the horizon and I could see the first light of the day softly come through the fog that still lay across the yard, I could not help but smile.  I knew the day would be a good one.  I slipped my shoes on and grabbed a coat and ventured outdoors to greet the day.  Such stillness... Heavy dew hung on the grass beneath my feet.  In the distance a faint rooster could be heard sounding to be relunctant to rise just yet... A silver crescent moon hung in the sky perfectly as if to greet me.   I heard the distant sounds of shotguns, probably quail hunters .  Their multiple shots told me either they had found a bountiful covey or that their aim was bad, I hoped for the later.    I let my cats out of the confines of the garage to join me outdoors.  They eagerly came. 

Back indoors I made the coffee and returned to my window and chair to watch the morning sun rise.  They say that today is to be spring like.  Yet as I look outdoors the greenery is missing and the splashes of color that accompany this time is also vacant.  Yet warm tempertures are evident.   The sun glistens off the still dew wet limbs of my willows and the birds begin their morning jaunts to check and see if food is still available in the feeders that line the yard.  The day is starting.  The stillness and silence will soon be past, giving way to a beautiful day.  Enjoy your Sunday.