Up at dawn. Cool air. Quiet dorms. At last.
Long runs through Bidwell. 'Good Mornings' and nods. Cute dogs.
Rays of sunshine through twisted oaks. Continuous bird song.
A talk with the mind. The soul. The heart. Myself.
Incentive: Farmer's Market.
People - clean and friendly. Fresh. Late summer's tomatoes like baseballs. Magenta yams. Warted gourds, painted playfully. Pick three. (One is hiding).
Bread. Dense, round. California Sun. Snug in the crook of my arm as I walk homeward.
Breakfast Toast. Pumpkin butter. A 'toast' to fall.