Gone are the sunny days as clouds dominate my Georgia skies. On this gloomy Friday afternoon, a lone buzzard catches a free ride on the wind currents just above the sentinel pines.
A mourning dove comes swooping low across the field. She hovers for a moment over the birdbath, but soon takes flight and darts away. The bluejay lingers a little longer, taking a moment to rest among the turkey oak.
I step outside to cooler, yet humid air. A little rainwater rests in the basin of the birdbath, and the wind has littered it with pine straw.
The dog bounds up to me excitedly, and we take a brisk walk up the sandy road. A chorus of cicadas fills the pine forest,their otherworldly chimes ringing deep in my ear like some alien invaders.
Soon, the sun begins to set. An orange glow emanates from the lingering gray clouds, and a gentle wind rustles through the pines.
courtesy
Robbie Wright
Thoughts, Moment by Moment 