Saturday morning I went outside to write.
The clouds were wispy and sort of spread throughout the sky. They moved along at a consistent pace, at times giving the sun a place to hide, and at other times, allowing all of the sun's rays to shine through exposing me to brief moments of Texas hot.
I had ever noticed how peaceful and quiet our neighborhood is at this time of the morning. The birds provided a song for me to enjoy - an occasional "oo-oo-oo" could be heard, while much closer were the "teeer-teeer-teeer" sounds from birds living in the tree in my front yard.
Everything seemed so still except the occasional sway and rustle of the trees as a gentle breeze made its presence known, then quickly was no more.
Having taken the moment to sit in my driveway and write this morning made me realize that I need to adjust and find balance in the busyness of my schedule and obligations; I need to make time to enjoy the beauty of nature right outside my front door.