Mornings. Amazing. Don’t laugh, you who have been out there every morning for forever. This is a new thing in my life, to greet the morning on an early walk to beat the suffocating heat we’ve had for the last week (104-106 degrees F every day). The sun just coming up casting light in a most beautiful way against trees and fields; that field wasn’t green yesterday, was it? And, look, the cactus is flowering. Watching the neighbors leaving the community on their way to work; a pickup truck rolls by with two yellow labs in the back, sniffing the air, a woman jogging on the opposite side of the street, a humming bird hovering over the cross walk checking me out. Peacocks crying out somewhere in the distance. It’s a morning full of glory.