It's another day. The sun's just starting to rise above the tree tops, drawing long shadows on the field across the highway and striking the face of the bute in the distance.
Birds chirp, hopping from branch to branch in the trees and flit about on the frosty ground outside of my window possibly looking for their morning meal.
There is no wind, not even the slightest breeze disturbs the tall grass at the edge of the yard.
It's a chilly day but looking warmer as time go's by.
I hope your morning is looking as nice.
