Front Porch 9/8

Very different morning today. The air is heavy with moisture, not quite oppressive but draping everything with a heavy dew and leaving a fine mist in the air. As a small breeze rises I feel a chill that reminds me it is a September morning and summer is waining. But when it is gone, it could be any nice summer morning after a evening rain. There are some unusual bird calls this morning. Perhaps the some have just stopped by for a rest on their way to warmer climates. A lone wood pecker bangs against a tree and sounds like a metronome set to an absurd tempo within the concert of birds. It is time to head to church and give thanks for being able to be in this place...