cold clove morning

It's a cool monday morning. My open eyes adjust to the color purple. I draw open the drapes and overcast light filters in. I love a cool morning. I drink my coffee and look at yesterday's garden work. I pull on clothes and shoes and drag the dog to the canyon. I'm looking at the flowers, smelling the air, swishing through the grass. The dogs are quiet. I spy a cat sitting in a shaved hillside. I inspect the clean garage and Lady Knight as I walk home. It's time to get motivated. I have a lot to do.