On this morning in my little corner of America, the outdoor temperature is in the mid 60s. I have opened up the house to the glory of fresh air. Light streams in through open windows, and shadows of trees dapple the yard, the indoor walls, and all I survey.
‘Tis a lovely morning.
And those clear, peaceful blue skies help a whole lot too.
I’ve had my bacon and eggs and toast and raspberries. Coffee too.
And I’m off to church in a few minutes, for a morning-long choral workshop.
Later today: two spins on the bike around Forest Park.