Thick clouds cast a gray shadow over the daylight hours.
Nonetheless, I am drawn to sipping my coffee outside on the deck. Expecting to sit in quiet, I am witness to frenzy. Birds fly overhead this way and that and a chorus from every direction competes for sound space. I stand; my eyes scan the ink black tree tops. Everything is a shadow. The squawky jays do not escape my ear. The smaller birds perhaps sparrows flit from tree to tree. My untrained ear is of no use. I lean against the side of the house in wait. Uncertain of what I am waiting for I close my eyes and just listen. I am drawn to the outside and realize just how blessed I am on this Earth Day.