Morning

Thursday is coming alive to be nice as imaginable. Right now I’m inside at my magical Window by the Bay after an hour outside on the porch enjoying the cool breeze at seventh floor height, watching as sun and clouds urge the day into being.

This is a spot on earth where one could happily be forever, looking south, east and west across St. Andrews Bay as blue, white, pink and gray eternally shift colors. As flights of pelicans glide close by, between their island at the Port and wherever they go each day. Osprey and lover circle, dive, fly up and away clutching a mullet, shrilly shrieking “Look at me!”

Not just themselves, they must be feeding young, otherwise why the two here early morning and just before sunset — 

The day just keeps getting better and better. How does it go? There are several, here’s one

Morning has broken like the first morning,

Blackbird has spoken like the first bird. 

Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!

Praise for them, springing fresh from the Word!

W+ willing +Time to go on a bit