don’t you just love

Don’t you just love being the first one up in the morning?

A little before dawn when color seeps up the sky,

Nervous chickadees pecking at the last oasis of snow while those nasty ole hawks are fluffed out in their nests.

A sampling of time before my bears lumber from their rumpled dens in search of breakfast.

The moment where I haven’t lost the thread to pull us along.

I could have it every day if I tried a little bit harder.

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