The color of light changes as the day warms. The ground is damp from last nights heavy rain. Wind ruffles the leaves and all of the neighborhood birds are chirping, clucking, whistling, cooing and squawking.
The rhythm changes, different voices come in and out of focus. The parrots fly away, arguing. Our little dog Lily is resting in a patch of light between tree shadows, ears perked. She rolls onto her back, coating her fur in mud and probably something gross.
A wild hen and her 5 adolescent chicks stop to groom their feathers, first themselves and then each other. Soon they will be taking a dust bath in my lavender garden, kicking everything up.
I came down the stairs and felt the breeze, heard the birds and saw the light change and I had to stop to watch.
