I’ve been frustrated with my youngest dog, Frankie, for months now. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a morning person. Never have been, even a job that involves 8 a.m. classes has converted me. So getting up at 6:28 a.m. was a chore enough. Then around March, for some unknown reason, Frankie’s internal clock started going off around 5:20 a.m. **Grrrrrrr!**
I’ve tried ignoring him, but if you’ve ever had a dog, you know of the possible bad consequences of that act. So when he’s ready to get up, I get up. Today, he redeemed himself.
If he hadn’t awakened me at the obscene hour, I would have missed this beautiful site.
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
This was the view from my front yard today. Ah, such beauty, nature is amazing.
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camera poet:
this sky needs no tomorrow
for one who is a morning person
especially around 5 a.m.
when your sheet of paper is still blank
when you can hear the voice still
whispering hope