A Coffee Morning

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The morning broke quiet and peaceful.  I awoke early and made a pot of coffee.  I checked some work emails, and got a report done.  The Canadian geese families were about the yards, feeding and resting.

I walked down to the dock.  The recent rains have discolored the river.

The water was the color of my coffee and cream. . .

I sat on the dock, watching the geese.  Slowly, the day unfolded.  I didn't feel motivated to get back to work.

Yep - moving slow like the river snails.

The silver maples are dropping their flowers and the cottonwoods are spreading their cottony seeds on the water.  I sat and watched the wind push the flotsam around, upstream and across to the other shore (I prefer it away from me as the cottonwood seeds tangle in my fishing lines and lures, leaving little white fibrous knots that I have to pick out.