Morning Mist hanging on the branches of the trees in front of our house. |
It is noon and I am sitting in the park in downtown Jackson wishing I were sitting in the woods surrounding our house in Florence. This morning the cool temperatures and humidity placed a heavy dew on everything outdoors and as an added benefit, filled the air with a light filtering fog beautifying everything the early morning sunlight illuminated. Spider webs were magical in that light decorated with beads of dew. just about sunrise a lonesome train whistled its warning as past first through town and then down the tracks that bisect Dre's family's land where our home is situated nicely amidst the trees and meadows. That train's whistle seemed as if could be heard from twice as far this morning as on normal mornings. I don't know if it was the humidity or just the still new of the early morning but I was entranced as I listened to it moving across the countryside.
Canada Geese are not heading south yet but, they are on the move. |
A small doe watching me watch her. |
I have to back to work but can easily finish the day with the memory of this day carrying me forward until next time.
Until next time...
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