Morning

Seven in the morning, a warm breeze, a hint of rain and a symphony of sound.Walking the dog through the forest. Twitters and tweets, geese in the distance and the sound of the wind. At times a whoosh through pine trees, at other times a soft rattle through birch not yet in bloom. Take a deep breath and stop, my feet sinking. The rain falls in mists. The scent of earth and grass, pungent. The dog in a state of bliss, rolling in the hay, diving into muddy water, oblivious..So simple, life is so simple at this moment, look around trees sway, yet are flexible, rarely breaking. Colors muted browns, verdent greens all around me an impressionist painting..