There were no sounds in the early grey. Frost had tipped the grass, etched
the bare trees and touched the nearby roofs with melting silver. It could have been any dawn bordering winter. Snow was nearing, but not yet. No cars
had started the morning commute on the main roads. It was too soon for the daily news. No one was out walking. It was the smell of coffee from a cup too hot to drink, set momentarily on a table by the window. The bird feeder empty,
no birds grouping yet. There was a bobcat. It crossed the yard.
D.M. over 8 years ago
Thank you Jamie! I may have rushed this ending. Not as amazing as the true sight.
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Lovely descriptive text Drew.
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Sorry D.M. What was I thinking of? I knew you weren't Drew.
Julie over 8 years ago
Gorgeous! I could smell that coffee, mmh.
D.M. over 8 years ago
To be confused for Drew, I will take as the highest compliment!
Thank you, all.