Green Meets Green

Already - I'm feeling the loss of light. The sun rises later in the morning...and sets earlier with each passing night.

The air is still hot and heavy. Summer has not - yet - loosened its grip.

The palette - with which nature has left me to work with - is made up of countless shades of endless green. Some mornings - it appears that there's nothing but. Green meets green - as far as my eyes can see.

At first  - they were nothing but spots of white in and among the morning fog and mist. But then - when I looked twice - I found that in the one spot of bright - they were having a party. They were laughing and dancing and singing their song. In the waning...in the lessening...of the early morning light.