i don’t know what it is about the summer that makes the birds go crazy. the prospect of daybreak starts them squawking and rustling around outside our bedroom window for what seems like hours. but sitting now, realizing that each morning it is just a little less light, there is silence. no birds. minimal technology hum. a few cars in the distance. i wish i could stay in this moment all day long.
last weekend was busy, aren’t they all, full of waking up early and rushing from here to there. there was cooking and sunshine, naps and rootbeer. you know, the good stuff.