Saturday mornings are peaceful. Traffic sounds from the nearby parkway are sparse, and few people choose to run their circular saws, or to continue with their urgent roofing project. It's quiet. A cup of coffee, the smell of homemade pancakes wafting from the kitchen are comfortable. No one in the house knows what time it is. No one cares to check.
During the warmer months, and on occasion the chilly ones, sitting with coffee and the windows open brings nature inside as the world awakes. Today squirrels are busy digging small holes looking for places to hide their late winter snacks. The birds are chirping and singing between their flights from tree, to wire, to tree. There's a light breeze coming in through the screens which I cannot feel on my face. It's too faint, gentle, and subtle. But on my toes, it feels like a cooling wind. There's a bit of a chill in it - forecasting the arrival of autumn.
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