Woke up this morning to the birds outside my open bedroom window.
They were happily carrying on quite a conversation.
I don’t speak bird, but I gleaned this much from all their avian chirping: their enthusiasm for the day ahead.
It was infectious.
Their joy almost motivated me to throw my pole in the car and set out for the fishing hole I scouted yesterday.
I settled for a cup of coffee on our front stoop.
I’m terrible at catching fish.
Already proved it once this week.
No use ruining an otherwise peaceful morning by getting fired up about the prospect of reeling in something other than a waterlogged stick.