12 July 2012
One of the treats
of this time of year is Cindi and I enjoying our coffee (and sometimes our breakfast) out on the deck in the morning. The birds singing and flying all about. The noise of the traffic muted in that odd early morning way. The sun just beginning to creep over the horizon, bathing all things in that golden glow. We chat a bit, sip a bit, look around a bit. And then all too soon, it's quarter after and I'm off to the International Center. I wonder if we'll do it when the sun isn't quite up yet? The days are fast approaching when I'll be leaving in the dark and before long, I suppose, arriving in the dark.
Posted by William Weedon at 8:08 PM