Morning Sounds

A new day begins. On this crisp morning drinking coffee, I watch the sun leisurely make its way arrival while my mind drifts through years of memories… Scanning the horizon I watch as the blanket of fog over the lake disappears into the sun’s bright rays. Geese flying overhead loudly honking a melody like a choreographed dance tune.

I reflect back to when my daughter was in single digits. Her Dad always planned our annual summer vacations to Table Rock Lake. Early mornings he and I drank coffee as the lake stood still without movement. We ended each day with a campfire sitting in silence smelling the crisp chill in the air. The surround sound of crickets and bullfrogs offered rhythmic song to end the day.

Sleeping with the windows open during spring month in Tulsa guaranteed an alarm clock by the flocks of mallard ducks. Our home was between Swan Lake, where they spent their days and Woodward Park, their last destination in the evening.

Listening to the sound of a flowing creek takes me back to a B&B in Red River, New Mexico. Even though it was a cold winter night, my husband and I slept with the window open, serenaded by tranquil water rushing over the rocks.

Escaping into the past I return to night after night, sitting out on a deck in the Hill Country of Texas. The blanket of stars with their sense of security in the darkness, without the starkness of man’s artificial light. The peacefulness, the serenity of the life I lived there... something I will always miss…