Blue Sky tries to peek in through a fading patchwork worn quilt of autumn clouds
The air this August morning fresh with rain is cool and gentle - no balsam but this is home
A gentle mist drifts in on the current neighborhood birds glide silent in the rain - no mountain views no Cloud Splitter here - but this is home
The codger sips coffee straitforward brew and coaxes his pipe finding thoughts in each swirl that vanish like each daily care further away with each sip and puff
All lifes questions asked and answered I am at peach in Morning Repose
