I awoke early this morning. After following the morning ritual of letting the dog out and feeding the cat, I made a strong cup of coffee to begin my caffeine ingestion. I stare outside, steaming cuppa to sip from, staring into the brightening darkness. Dawn is attempting to break through. As I watch the night, the sky appears lighter. I can begin to see the trees, bushes, and plants in the garden. And a chair or two. We don’t have a rooster to herald the day, but a Great Horned Owl calls for an end to the night. Its call is mournful as the brilliant Hunter’s moon sets among the stars over the river. His haunting notes the night’s end and disappear as he flies to his roost.
It’s very November-y today. Leaves carpet the ground in a thick rustling layer, revealing bare branches above. There’s a bite to the air portending future colder days. The dampness from last night’s rainshower made the chilliness more pronounced. The sun is shining this morning, but its brilliance is tempered by an overlay of silvery clouds tinged with blue. It’s quiet, as though the world is waiting and watching the end of autumn and the newness of winter.
