20 August 2019

The sun casting a honey glaze over the landscape caressing the cool morning hues of blue to brilliant greens deep and rich in tone A scent of earthy musk filling my lungs - my chest heaving for the pleasing effects that grace such beauty this mid-August morning Goldfinches are vocal this morning - flitting and flying about while a starling mounts the top of a fir tree vocalizing strange notes which tend to mimic other species The fir trees - there are many now clustered heavily with green cones soon to dry - dropping seeds to the awaiting ground to nourish squirrels and birds alike Shadows now as long as they are wide over the landscape The air quality now compromised by tobacco smokers and the drone of auto traffic rushing the roadways spewing exhaust fumes choking - and gagging my every breath This day will progress as all the others Humankind hell-bent on disruption to get on with another disconcerting day never to saver a delightful morning sunrise as it should be As I move onward with my morning walk the heat of the day heightens weighing heavily against the progress of my morning walk to only turn back for home to discover my only shade tree being hacked away by a chain saw wielding idiot So goes this day - what else can this mid-August day bring? One never really knows.