Distant layers of rolling hills are barely visible this foggy morning, each layer lighter and bluer than the one before. A lone light on a hill in the distance shines brightly against the gray background, making me think that me and the person in that house are the only people awake this early. If I knew Morse code, I’d blink a good morning message. Everyone else is sleeping, and though I enjoy my alone time, I’d love to have a chat with someone over coffee about now. The sleep has left my eyes, and I’m caffeine-infused and ready for action.

An overnight cold front swept in, taking our beautiful spring

Warm golden sunshine streams through the windows and splashes, glowing,

Massive flocks of black birds descend to our trees as

Light shimmers on the wood plank floor of this old