The View from Here

Sitting on the back deck with my first morning cup of java in hand, I listen to the birds and frogs and my dogs barking at anything that twitches. A slight end-of-summer chill surrounds me, but hot, steamy coffee, my favorite cardigan, and the rising sun warms my body as well as my soul. A small group of crows fling themselves above my dogs’ heads, tormenting them to chase from the ground. Fl...