Liquid blue skies surrounded by spotty patches of cottony, wispy clouds. A hawk interrupts the sky’s silence, perfectly gliding on the soft whisper of the breeze. The wind echoes a song through the tops of the trees, causing them to hum in rhythm with the birds.
Cars fly by on the road below. But the motors sound more like the waves of the ocean lazily splashing upon the shore.
Three birds right below my deck. Two of them startling the peacefulness, cawing in protest at the third. Suddenly, the third takes flight as the two follow, continuing to squawk and caw.
A red winged black bird swoops by, as barn swallows fly high, leaving invisible loops trailing in the sky.
A movie of a different kind…summer dawning as she once again comes alive.