In the morning

Before the sun lights the clouds settling on the horizon, the mourning doves brush their beaks and spread their wings. They call through the dusk to who knows who. Are they telling each other their dreams? Or, are they just deciding what to do for the day. It's a wonder. In the distance a pheasant calls for a mate. In a few minutes, more tweets and twitter become part of the predawn symphony. From inside the house, the day's first pot of coffee bubbles in contrast to the sweet notes. Surround sound from the trees, shadows and bumps barely visible to the eye without the sun. By the time the sun does arise, the sounds have also risen brightening with the day -- brightening the day.