Sunny Sunday morning

I walked Dakota this morning, like I do most days. It was beautiful outside. Cool with a light breeze occasionally. It was foggy and grey. It was wet. Very wet. It has been raining for days. The creek that runs through the golf course has aspirations of being a river. You can hear it from a distance. Talking loudly about it's new found vigor and size. Rushing over the rocks. It must enjoy itself because it will not last. Soon it will be a trickling creek again.

Texans amaze me. When it is outrageously hot in summer they are all outside, getting sun burnt and suffering in the heat. Then, at the first sign of cooler, wet weather they hide indoors by a fire. This is a great time to be outside and enjoying the cool soft fall day. There is one lonely golfer on the golf course. One guy enjoying being outside. Feeling the easy grey fog on his skin. His hair getting damp as he walks the course. No one to slow him down except himself. If this was somewhere in Europe, England specifically there would be masses of people about enjoying the day. Some would be having picnics. Others walking about in a garden somewhere. Many would be playing football or golf.

The squirrels are bounding around finding the last scraps of food to hide away for the winter that never really comes in Texas, but instinct will prevail.

It is a sunny day in my mind. Every day is to be enjoyed. It is in your mind that you choose to enjoy it or not. The earth is always beautiful, you just have to see it. Go out and look for it, you will find it.