Dear Reader, It is 5:30 AM. There is something special about the early morning rain. I think it is because it doesn’t happen that often here in Florida. I hear all the sounds that it creates in the darkness before the dawn; that melancholy feeling that draws me to my outside porch to commingle with it.
There are no human-created sounds. Only the pattering of the drops on the sidewalk and street. The soft sound of the water landing on the leaves of the majestic live oaks in the yard. The gusting wind moving the wind chimes creating the sweet tinkling sound as the pipes gently kiss.
Ahh, my brain and soul are mindfully joining forces to move my mood from a very familiar pensive sadness to sanguinity.
And here comes the light of day…and with it the sounds of mechanized humans. It is time to push toward the passions of my being.
Thank you for listening Dear reader.