Chilly fall morning, the deck rimed with frost. Warm and serene at the kitchen table in the early hours of the day. Buddy’s outside, bright yellow ball closely guarded at his side, erect and alert, nose twitching – sniffing, sniffing something interesting in the air.
The sky ribboned in pale blue, rose and the faintest tinge of yellow. The dun colored field meets the horizon. Bare branches – brown and bleak implore the sky. A hawk soars silently and circles – red tail proudly splayed. All’s secure and still below.
Espresso’s bubbling on the gas range, the familiar scent of morning coffee wafting in the air. The toaster oven dings. A small feast awaits – bread, crisp and lightly browned, topped with a pat of butter and apricot jam.