Went outside just minutes ago (to dump trash—how mundane). The air was crisp and cool and smelled sweet with the hint of damp earth and green things growing; the dawnlight on the horizon barely pinked. Roosters crowed, frogs cheeped, and one mockingbird sang with real vigor. In the cloudless sky, Venus and Mars (I think) sat low on my southeastern horizon. Breathing in was sheer pleasure.
Made moreso by the fact that I’m going to finish the book today.
Off to work, with my window open and the roosters still crowing my serenade.
I love your cats. I love my cat. I don’t have nearly enough pictures of him on my blog. 🙂
Can’t wait for the finished post later today!
Happy writing.
Dumping trash is a good thing. Letting it build up — not so good.
Cool note from the AirForceKid! I’ve been wondering about him.
And you have cats!
I don’t care what anyone says I love cat pictures on blogs 🙂
Jeff I.