Beautiful morning

I sit outside and drink my coffee in the morning, it wasn’t hot or humid or windy. It was perfect. I read for a little while then I stopped and watched the birds. Last week it was the green herons sitting in the tree tops but now their nests are empty and the birds have moved on. Today it was the rosy headed house finches and the chirping sparrows. They never stay like long. I watched a hawk soar high above,  it just soared with the breeze and never flapped its wings. The cicadas were silent. It was a perfect morning and then my coffee cup was empty.  —Ann—