I awoke to the sound of a rooster that knows what time it is, the skies lightening, the smell of woodsmoke wafting through my nostrils. Looking out at the hill country shrouded in mist, the cicada quiet for the day, the birds singing - borrowing from another song - It's a beautiful morning.
Stormy weather (another song) still threatens, but appears to be passing north of us. This is the latest storm from the northwest that has pursued me on my trip. Enough!