It was before dawn.
I think it was the birds. I could hear them before I opened my eyes. They were just loud of life.
So I came downstairs.
The house still held the coolness of the night. And on the air … drifted that smell of musty sweetness.
I settled into the wicker chair on the front porch with my coffee, took a deep breath, and absorbed the moment.
The lilacs have started their bloom. And it lingered on the dew like a cloud.
This my friends, is the first morning of summer.
(I know this for positive because I just got my first bug bite too)
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