Hightest

I have once again seen dawn happen.  I can smell the pungent hickory wood stacked behind me for the fire.  My coffee, Starbucks French Roast, tastes rich like rich sounds. I can feel the dampness of this morning held at bay by cotton terry cloth and the morning birds sing like children let loose from the classroom.  Who am I to thank for all this glory directed to me by my senses? 

Thank You!

Thomas Cole's The Oxbow