Ribbons of wide yellow sunlight lace the land.

It brings to mind the 2001:Space Odyssey and Richard Strauss, Thus Spake Zarathustra As I gaze out the Nook there are water droplets suspended from one of the bushes near the top edge of the bank. Dangling from a low growing conifer. Basking in the sunlight and there are shadows of birds in flight. It is like the bush is alive with a chain of miniature Christmas lights indiscriminately placed to tantalize the eye. It is already 50 degrees and not yet 8 am. The sunlight continues to reflect its playfulness as it shimmers on the waters of the creek and bounces waves of replicating shadows on the small over hanging rocks. Slowly the miniature lights disappear as the water cycle completes its destined rhythms. Time to begin being stewards of the earth.