The words come and they go. I am struck by the stillness of the morning world. The beauty of simplicity. And then I smile because it is neither simplistic nor still. The sun shines through Creations patterns on the leaves illuminating shades of green that will not be there midday. The squirrels twitter and jump back and forth, back and forth as though the tree limb was the worlds greatest jungle gym. And so it is. Benjamin Blue comes to say hello. He also likes the morning. Less cars, cool breezes. Ten different bird calls ring out in a single moment. The perfect start to a day for a feline friend. The words come, and they go. How glorious.