Sometimes breakfast
is enough of a trigger
to release the night,
and take pause
in the taste of my food.
Meanwhile, I count how many birds
are calling to me.
This morning, the Red-tailed
Hawk has paused, too.
Her Hawk’s cry was becoming a
morning routine. Plus, we go way back.
She didn’t beckon me to open
my shades this morning. My curiosity did.
My morning routine,
has promised me
the best day.
Do you know how
especially important
a thought is
in the morning?
*I wait, while the computer works. It appears everything pertinent has been found again; now it just needs to be sorted. Meanwhile, other projects await, too. While I find my breath, my peace, my inner faith. Then the camera store, then, chop wood, carry water. 🙂
**After some time I will likely return and edit this post, by *adding* some images to it. But don’t hold your breath. 🙂
***Isn’t it so cool to be able to enjoy another day?!
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