Later, as Little Bit climbed from my truck she, silent, glanced up and watched a formation of geese, high in their V formation and turned and threw me a big smile, her all cute. She didn't say a word as the geese honked and pulled air, hard on their way to the river. I smiled along with her.
The best mornings of my life, as a boy, were those first crisp fall November mornings when I was pulled from bed early for the first day of duck season. I'd move into the kitchen where the odors of fresh coffee, bacon and Hoppes Number 9 mingled with the promise of open skies and cold rain with high clouds scudding in waves across the marsh. I miss my youth when we were all so young. So young.
This morning with the cool air and the trace of smoke, geese in flight, and Little Bits' joy, I'm happy.
Stephen
When you reach our age, it doesn't take much to make us happy.
ReplyDeleteSharon, so very true. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat Sharon said. I'm glad you enjoy the cooler weather (we won't see anything as warm as 68 until next June or July) but everything's relative to what a body is used to.
ReplyDeleteRev. Paul, very true. Lately we'd wake to temps in the 80's, before sunrise. 68 is awful nice.
ReplyDeletei am glad that you enjoyed such a nice morning. oh and Stephen - you are still so young at heart and it comes across in your posts.
ReplyDeleteoh and Little Bit kicking you in the shins regularly will help keep you young too...oh man - wait until she is a teenager and wants to pierce her nose and dye her hair blue...trust me - you will have to keep up with what is cool for the young`uns and that will keep you young too!
your friend,
stassja