Old Sol managed to glow through our ever-thickening cocoon of trees, this morning, reflecting everywhere. He even worked his way around a narrow gap in room-darking shades, bouncing pine trees over our bed. Problem is, this was at 5:40 a.m. To confirm the arrival of a new day, resident cardinals were blasting their tunes. Yep, that's the country. Only thing missing was a rooster.
Carpe Diem.
