I am an early riser, not by choice. Thirty years of getting up at four-thirty as a nurse has reset my internal clock so Most often, I still wake the roosters. I’d be happy to roll over and doze a while, but once my eyelids flap up like cheap window shades, sleep has fled.
On a recent visit to relatives, I found myself watching an autumn sunrise as I dawdled over a cup of coffee. No one else moved. As light peeked through the trees, one cup of coffee stretched to two and I heard the first of the birds getting about making their living. I happened to notice my reflection in the window and took a photo to capture the quiet
moment. Just as the sun broke through the trees, I heard gunfire from the woods behind the house. The peace of the morning shattered for me and the deer. I hope that one got away to enjoy the peace another fall morning.