A sweet assault of fresh honeysuckle steals the air,
while a host of songbirds trill a melody through the wild, cacophonous chorus of crows and gulls.
I am bathed in a sea of clean green,
the grass sways, new leaves quiver in the waking breeze.
Bare and vulnerable, my feet greet the dew.
A sharp, cold shock, then, a sudden rooting, Anchored to the earth, solid, firm.
This is the taste of a world yet unsullied by the waking hordes
Early morning. What a life affirming treat.