Friday! Daylight is rising, and Mick and I don't need a flashlight as we walk in soft, warm air at 6 a.m.
The storms are gone, and we are greeted by a very slender "outhouse" crescent moon on the east horizon, just above a slash of smutty "cat-scratch" clouds.
Once again, cicada sing the praises of another summer day, which promises to bring a mix of cloud and sun.
Leaves have fallen; just enough to give slight scrunch beneath our moving feet. Otherwise it's quiet, without a hint of breeze, and nothing moving but my dog and me.
Good morning, world! It's time to wake and start your day.
