It’s a Beautiful Morning

Sunny and 61 degrees (heading toward 80 degrees by noon) in Lakewood, Ohio.  The lake is calm but moving.  There is an explosion of chipmunks in the area and they dart out from under a bush, sometimes chasing another across the back patio.  The air is thick and the midges are caked to every window screen in the house.  The depth of the backyard has shortened significantly from when I was a child and when you look over the fence you can see tree roots that hung on despite the erosion.  There’s a dog barking down the street and birds chirping in the tress, and my fingers typing on these keys.  And other than that, it is quiet and beautiful.