Last April I posted a piece entitled Swithching Gears. I don’t recall writing it, but in searching my blog it a few minutes ago, I found it and was surprised by how introspective it was.
This morning while running the dogs in the back yard, still in early morning blackness, I heard it. Through the sounds of the cars, buses, garbage trucks and other city interference, I heard it.
The call of an owl. My new morning friend.