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First Light

First Light

What a splendid dawn – for the very first time since Spring, I have thrown open the windows!  The coolest, rain-washed breeze is gusting into my bedroom as I sit at my little white writing desk.  I feel so revitalized!  I live for this day, the day when the barriers between inside and out can be lifted.

The tiniest of wrens, a slate grey one with a golden tail, is swooping between the gumbo-limbo and the banana trees while the doves march round and round in their silly circles on the ground waiting for the seeds to miraculously fall onto their heads when some other, braver, bird risks the wrath of the mockingbird and tries to grab a snack of black sunflower seeds.

I can smell the enticing scent of the sea.