Saturday Morning

While I'll admit it wasn't a night filled with sleep it was more than I've had in the previous four nights. Saturday morning all fresh and new. Its a cold morning as Ben and I head out for our walk about. Just a an hour or so past my favorite time of the day. That hour just before the banging, clanging citizens of earth awaken or at least on this side of the globe. The quite hour when all one hear's are the mating call of the birds of spring.