1/2/26 6:30 37F (2.7C) Calm, quiet, damp.
A thin fog sifts through the trees and settles in the canyon.
It is warmer than yesterday morning, no ice. Everything is wet.
I hear an owl softly calling. A few birds chirp quietly.
A half dozen ducks rise from the weeds behind the pond, wheeling in formation, heading southeast, toward the creek.
For a moment, the stillness is disrupted by the rapid tattoo of wings beating the air and birds muttering to each other. Then they are gone, swallowed by the fog.
Sipping mint tea, I soak in the early morning, watching the day begin.











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