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by Monica Melograna-Ward

It is my favorite time of the day. It is quiet. The dew drenches the grass so much that my travels through it leave an obvious path. The smaller birds are flitting about in the bushes near the front door.

That door opens to a view of the pasture. Most days are so busy, that it is difficult to take a moment to soak in the view. I need to just stop. It is right here. It is the time to just look and listen and smell and breathe.

I always loved the city in the morning too. The sounds of construction overriding the chatter of office workers as they scurried into tall office buildings. Steam rising as the sun starts to shine on the asphalt. Late night leftovers stumbling back home, manage to gift a passing smile. But it is a different kind of love out here on the country roads. It was silently overwhelming at first.

When it is too quiet, the sound of the roosters’s calls comfort me. They are voicing their presence, calling to their hens. They are telling them, that when the dawn comes, they will be protected. Their crows start just before the light changes in the sky. The vulnerability of the darkness will be over soon.

And then I wake fully, and walk outside, and do stop to take in that view. “Bigs” is usually waiting. He is blind, but he can feel the vibrations of my footsteps through the ground. He perks his ears – listening, smelling, breathing.

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