Sunday Morning

This morning:  Some little chirpers right outside my bedroom window, singing their heads off.  Overhead, the deeper honks—of overhead geese?—and the ubiquitous urban crows.  And a woodpecker offers rapid percussion.  A look out the window, and one might glimpse a bushy squirrel with an acorn it its mouth.  (And at night, Mr. Opossum and the well-dressed local Raccoon family make their stealth appearances).  So much life abounding, triumphing over every other care or concern.   And a short distance from here, the ocean quietly roars, its cool breeze stirring the morning awake.  How much to love.