Silence....not a sound. It was early morning, about 4:15, I revel in these moments of silence....sitting on my front porch, still dark as it could be with the full moon shining in the southern sky. It has been sunny for a couple of weeks, there was narry any dew that I could feel in the air. I am listening, watching, silence. My dog accompanies me everywhere. My Kooder dog....a big dog, my protector, my pal. He leaves my front porch to go on his morning jaunt, to see if our property is protected. I see him run off out of the yard, through the gate, which remains open for most of the time. There is so much happening here, it is pointless to keep the gates closed. I hear him now, going down the path to the deep, dark ravine, I hear him running through the bush, alongside the little creek that meanders way down that hill. A few minutes later, he returns to the yard and to my side, sitting and revelling in the silence. The coast is clear, our property is safe. We have had the bears traversing through the deep, dark ravine now for about a month, perhaps they are now gone on to other venues.
It is quiet. I hear nothing, narry yet even a bird or any rooster calls from my chickenyard. This is a silence that is peaceful, I know soon the birds will wake, the cars will begin to travel the roads a little more. I can hear a long ways away, one car travelling down the main road that is about 1/2 kilometer from our home, funny how one can hear a single car.
As I sat, taking in the cool air of this beautiful morning, I hear a bird, a Robin to be exact, begin the morning calls. Then more chimed in, then more and more. Morning has come and awakened, and I beat her to it. The silence is now gone, the birds have taken over their role of greeting and bringing the morning in. A beautiful time of day, those beautiful early mornings. Have a most wonderful day, love our lives we all live and share. Cindi