Morning

And it is dawn.

Golden sunlight. The air is redolent with the smell of flowers. Lush green greets the eye as I look out my balcony. Splashing water at the pool, and I glance below. Children, unmindful of the still-chilly water, jump and wade around in the water, making a lovable ruckus. Somewhere in distant woods, birds chirp, and the wind carries those welcome noises over to me. Months of dreary landscapes and chilly winds have given away finally to this sunny blissful Saturday morning.

I rest my cup of coffee on the balcony railing. Happy thoughts come to mind.

I guess it is not necessary to have a job, or even the promise of one, to be happy on an early summer morning.