It is cool and crisp outside. My bare feet touch the cold wood of the deck. The air is still so there is no bite but I wrap my arms around myself for a modicum of warmth anyway. The Autumn air is refreshing as I inhale and it rushes upward into my nostrils.
There is a broad, thin layer of clouds reflecting the first rays of the sun in a pale vermilion, the full moon still visible in the Western sky. Light wisps of fog congregate at the Northwest area of the pond. The water is still. A lone, dark-colored egret stands regally at the center while a large flock of geese begin to awaken at the Southeast edge. The occasional honk carrying through the scene like a morning yawn.
I stand for a few more moments, drinking in the peace that nature has brought to my doorstep. I have not begun to shiver yet but it is only a matter of time. I take another deep breath to fill my spirit and I smile as I turn to go inside.