The serenity of the early morning

All I hear is the hum of a nearby AC unit and the trees rustling in the wind. It almost feels like fall in late August. The sun hasn’t boiled the air yet.

My garden looks like a classroom, each plant a person. The brilliant flowers show the individuality of each brain, each leaf the body. Some are damaged, some are growing, and some are dead.

The trees in the distance look too good to be true. They breathe, dance, and gesture in ways only you’ve seen in movies. The trees also hum and sing a soft song. It’s easy to drone out the sounds but if you sit and listen you will hear a symphony of life.

Sometimes the accompanying groups, the birds, the insects, and the squirrels, will play supporting tunes. The operatic aviary sopranos sing songs of love and freedom as they fly through the air. The percussion-like squirrels scatter their noises of nuts along the ground. And the harmonic insects that buzz to one tune in the background.

I’ve never experienced this type of peace before. The way it massages my brain and makes me relaxed is like nothing else. If only I could stay outside longer. Maybe the next morning will be just as nice.