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.