This morning before daylight I was drinking my coffee and having a bowl of oatmeal
This morning before daylight, I was drinking my coffee and having a bowl of oatmeal. I could hear the cry of the Whip-Poor-Will.
It had been many years since I’ve heard one. It reminded me of when long ago, we’d all sit on my Grandmas front porch at night and listen to the sounds of the night. We’d talk of days gone by, and what perhaps was yet to be.
I miss the slower pace of those days.
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