Bird songs.
The rising sun says hello again, same time, same place.
A snail with a striped shell sits squat in the middle of the dusty path.
A small yellow bird clings to the stalk of a corn flower, eating its dried seeds for breakfast.
A female mallard cruises me & moves on, as I squat on on a big rock in the flowing river.
Three separate squadrons of  Canadian geese fly overhead, honking, always honking.
The surface of the river trembles with the tickles of the morning breeze.
Water flowing, sun rising, breeze blowing, life living.
Kitten eats a bug.
18 degrees & sunny.