This is what the pre-dawn light revealed at the onset of this day. I watched in appreciation from the padded seat at the bay window. "This is bliss," I thought as I sipped my coffee and inhaled the serenity of the sleeping house, the sleeping land. Morning is fresh and clean, and there is no better time of day.

The chipmunks chased one another, squirrels flourished their bushy tails, and soprano chirps filled the barren pockets of silence. I watched as a bald eagle flew over the lake, and so ran for my camera. Of course, by the time I got out there, the eagle was back in hiding, but I couldn't resist a picture of the ethereal morning.