Mornings

The sun moves slowly up or so it seems.  Droplets  glisten on the grasses caressed by a breeze ever so gently.   Peeps, chirps, caws are heard as the celebration of the end of night begins.  Work to survive another day begins for all of nature.  The strong, the swift, get the better of life as nature dictates its eternal way.

Ah! But us, mankind has different ideas.  We win all our battles against the lesser creatures.  We cultivate everything.  Our food, our pleasures, our friends.  We manipulate, we invent,  we satisfy ourselves one way or another.   Intellect is the difference.  Mankind has dominion over the animal kingdom.

For me, its tee time at 8:52. I’d better get moving.  Three pills, one aspirin, scoops of yogurt, finish the second cup of coffee.  Shave, shower, find a shirt with collar, of course.  Shorts today, as it will reach the mid eighties.  Then off to my golf cart, with a snack for later, and ice water.  Work to survive another day has begun for all of nature.  And me.