I am up and outside with Mick before daylight, and already the woods are so thick with birdsong, it sounds like a jungle!
I stay out here for awhile to watch the birth of this day, and the skies glow from horizon to horizon, as if an apricot dome sits over my valley.
On a morning like this, I am wanting to sing to The Creator, "How Great Thou Art," but the birds have pitched their music on a whole different rock-n-roll beat.
Still, joy is joy! And I hear it and see it and feel it.