...is taking my morning
coffee outside. Ideally, the sun is not yet up above the
trees. I go sit in an Adirondack chair under the cherry tree or on a stump among the tall grass and wildflowers next to my bathtub-sized
pond. My toes are wet from the dew. I do more watching and listening and thinking than sipping, but the coffee gets sipped eventually. Between the birds, the bugs, and the frogs (and now, tadpoles) there's a lot going on, and I miss a lot just by having only two eyes and two ears, but it still feels incredibly rich and filling, overflowing really. No sign of human activity other than the faint noise of cars on the main road a quarter mile off. A great way to start the day.