Life is in the details. The mourning dove perched on the weathered roof of an old fishing shanty. The dragonfly on the bell of a nearby cape cottage. The blue green reflection of a trusted dory as it waits at it's post. The sweet smell of a freshly mowed field.It is also in the details of people passing by and in the sounds that fill the air . The grandmother teaching her grandson to see the reflections in the still morning harbor. The gentle ding of a sailboat mast as it sways on it's mooring.
This is "Why I wake early "
