Dead Silence...

Up before dawn, waiting for the first birds to come into the feeder, smelling the coffee dripping, no stars today, too cloudy at the moment, cleaning the dusting of snow from the deck and driveway, not a sound but for an occasional tinkle of ice moving on the lake. There’s the first bird call now, and a partridge pecking at buds and branches, the glint of sun waking over the lake horizon, first coffee with cinnamon toast, maybe a little Nessum Dorma to start the brain juices flowing…


It’s going to be a great day, don’t you think?