Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A good day

The rain moved out sometime in the night and when I woke up this morning, I could see daylight through the blinds.
As the coffee brewed, I stood in the back door looking to the south and the sky was as clear as a glass cleaned with Windex. When I stepped out on the deck, I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of autumn. The last remnants of Tropical Storm Ida was causing our harvest flag to flap against the post. The wind blew oak and hickory leaves onto the deck leaving a crunchy carpet.
Our dogs, who all thought we were going for an early morning walk, skittered around the yard like squirrels in love.
I knew right then that it was a good day to be alive.

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