Image courtesy of Rey Nocum
I’ve always loved the mornings. I think they’re magic, and this one was especially beautiful. It was still early, so the streets were deserted and the houses were quiet, although an occasional squirrel went bouncing by, chittering as it went. Birds sang happily in the trees, which still have their leaves, although they’re now all shades of yellow and red and brown. The sun was still low on the horizon, so its rays filtering through the trees and houses were like broad spotlights on the trees and grass, giving them a golden glow. Often there are bunnies, but I suppose they were still in their burrows this morning, staying warm.