Free Range Friday

The air is still cool and delicious with the fragrance of blooms, all different, all harmoning, as I walk down to the bottom of the yard to look at the low tide water. A new orchid, gumbo limbo, two or three trees I can't identify, but with layers of honeysuckle type notes - I follow my nose, my eyes, my ears. Wind flittering the leaves, the water, sun blaring. Glory morning.


I woke up