My morning walk was lovely. I woke up about 5:15 and was ready out the door at 5:36 (not that I'm timing my walk or anything like that). It was beautiful and cool; the birds were in full song, greeting the day with joy and brilliance.

Though the air was cool and the sun not yet above the horizon, every time I passed a cinder block wall I could feel the warmth radiating from it, carrying yesterday's heat. Then there'd be a cool stretch of lawn and trees, then another spot of warm radiance.

I had forgotten, maybe, how easy and joyous it is to connect to the world of trees and grass and squirrels and birds when the day is fresh and new. Now that summer's here I'll be doing it every day.

Sue's comment reminded me of the poem that goes something like this:

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
From what I know of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate
To say that ice is also great
And would suffice.

That is from memory. Robert Frost? I'll have to check later when I'm ready to engage the world of correctness and precision. Right now I'm enjoying the world of connectness and vision.

Hope your day is bright and beautiful.