Pup and I never tire of the melodic welcoming of the morning sunrise.
A morning chill nips at me as we walk across the dew-drenched pasture, glistening with rays of laughter.
The city stirs in the distance, reminiscent of the restless ocean. Even the train whistle travels the seven-plus mile trek mingling with the grandiose symphony.
The golden light casts hues so warm and inviting, I rush back into the house to grab my camera and attempt to seize a magical moment; chastising my amateur pursuit, I inwardly vow to take a photography class.
Boots and Rain cry out to us for treats. A lone chartered airplane hurries by, temporarily stealing all the attention.
This outdoor ceremony mingles the songs of roosters, ducks, crows, bluebirds, starlings, meadowlarks, red-winged blackbirds, geese, chickadees and myriad of other unidentified winged creatures.
Steadily the sun crawls up into the clear-blue autumn expanse, shifting the hues of earth every inch of the way.
“Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.”
― Roman Payne