Morning means warm golden rays of light. Not so with today. The same as I bundled in my sweater and scarf, the sky bundled itself in light grey clouds. It was quiet. I didn’t think to take a photo of the man who was breaking sticks next door. I was still a little groggy, as I had just hesitantly rolled from my warm bed. Sadly, I didn’t see much beauty as I wish I had. So, I tried to think artsy thoughts. “How fortunate am I? I can wander around all morning if I choose!” I didn’t really want to. I pulled my camera to my eye and the clicked the shutter closed.