Just beyond the screen, these old oak trees are swaying softly in the humid morning breeze. Overall, it is cloudy here, but for maybe two seconds, the sun peeked through the soft gray sky blanket to reach the back porch.
Perhaps just a little wave or wink to say: Good Morning, I see you, I’m here, enjoy your coffee, enjoy the morning symphony, enjoy the wind in your hair, enjoy this day.
And then the sun seemed to soften a little as the clouds drifted back into place, perhaps the clouds are enjoying the morning as well.
Hello August. It’s good to be here.