10:15 am: The sky is a clear, crystal blue. Trees are slow to change color this season, or so it seems…

A flock of sparrows or starlings or wrens land in the yard and begin their feast and swoosh, just as they appear they leave – a breeze?

Contemplating “when” I will go on my daily walk/jaunt to the park …

Listening to my favorite Sunday Baroque musical program from WSHU in Connecticut. I know it’s been a Sunday morning “fave” for I want to say 20 years and counting…

The hot tea from the the yellow mug feels good in my hands. What shall I will fix for breakfast – oatmeal appeals…yes!

A look ahead at the weather forecast suggests clouds will arrive in the afternoon; I find that hard to believe looking out the window… at the current sky…

Aha! the slightest wisp of clouds begin to appear, just at this moment: 10:15 AM

The clouds arrived at 5:15 PM…

Post Script: 10/16/23 . I managed to forget to hit publish yesterday…