Don’t you just love that pocket of time before waking up but still remembering a sweet dreams? I stay in bed a few minutes longer hugged by fond memories pictured in my dream. In dreams. all my senses are more than awake, turned up like a dial on a stove, stereo, or thermostat.

My neighbor around the corner is an animal whisperer. I’ve never seen such devotion and tenderness. She has three adopted dogs, one cat, and one newborn kitten.

There approaches a window of time when gliding on cloud ships, counting cloud bunnies, and surfing the cloud waves releases its tender hold on us and we fly on to another opportunity, another stage in our lives.

I’m going to try and address a thorny topic today, one that has permeated the public media.

The gentle breeze tickles my legs, ruffling my gauzy skirt while at the same time, ever so slightly, but rhythmically rocks me in my back porch swing. My two cats languidly stretch out on the adjacent daybed squinting at me in purring approval at my choice about joining them for a morning cup of tea.