It’s five minutes to six as I write this, but it is still
so dark, it feels like the middle of the night.
It’s very quiet right now; no TV, no radio. The least amount of light that I can get away
with. The windows are open and all I hear
is the snap, crackle, pop of the small animals scurrying around in the branches
overhead, waiting for the first light so they can climb down and begin their
day. I hear the faint sounds of the cars
as they travel on Rt. 235 and the patter of cat feet as they chase each other
around the room. I’ve been outside and did a little star gazing. I LOVE this time of the day—on the
weekends.
six twenty:
Just starting to get some light now. I just finished
filling up the bird feeders and putting out corn for the squirrels. (it keeps
them off the feeders) The moon is still out but the sounds of chirping crickets
is starting to give way to the chirping birds.
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