I have a “green” alarm clock. Actually I have several. Just before the sun reveals itself, I am visited by the Call of The Wild. I sleep with my window open, so there’s no escaping the zoo that is going on outside. It starts with a few songbirds doing their happy sound thing, and a couple bullfrogs booming away in the distance. Then the hawks start screeching, more songbirds joining in, but these don’t sound so happy, and finally, just as the sun rays hit the treetops, a flock of geese fly low and loud right over my house. Our roof is some kind of beacon for them as they land on the lake. Some folks might not like it… it’s VERY noisy. I cherish it, and always move the curtain back to watch them go by. I want to soak it all up and appreciate the fact that I can hear their wings as they go over.
After the geese are gone, it gets quiet again. I hear the commute traffic from a couple miles away, and I roll out of bed and head up the hill to grab the morning paper and greet the first rays of light– today, with my camera slung over my arm.
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