got up this morning, early for me, at sunrise. in calif the sun doesn't really rise, the sky just gets
brighter. went outside with a thermos of espresso, the latest robert parker book, sheba my poodle, and a
cohiba lancero from an isom. we watched the hummingbirds flit from feeder to feeder to the fountain to dance in the water drops. counted about 8 or ten sitting on the wires preening and at least that many drinking sugar water and chasing each other away as though the feeders were their own personal property. morning breeze with the warmth of the day just starting. completely at peace. my old air force buddy once told me we are nothing more than a
mass of protoplasm capable of feeling.
this protoplasm felt content.