Morning glory

She stepped out the door and headed down to the stables, fastening her jacket against the early morning cold; rubbing her hands together to warm her fingers enough to do what she had to do. The garden was nearly finished; not enough there to bother picking. She stopped and looked at the sky; clear and bright, all the way down the mountain to the sea. There was a hawk, lazily surfing the thermals; he'd already had his breakfast and the orphaned calf was reminding her that he hadn't had his.

"I'm coming!" she called, but he wouldn't be convinced until the bottle was in his mouth.

© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Sterling silver and turquoise bracelet. Hand fabricated.