A Sunday Twosome

Posted Sunday July 3

For Sunday Photo Fiction, and The Sunday Whirl where I used the given words cross, order, right, through, ground, end, only, lady, ride, stalk and plants

Most still slumber as the sun’s golden orb begins its morning ride skyward.  But not me. On this misty moisty morning, the air I breathe is damp, cold, pure. The gentle breeze uplifting. The only sound I hear is the swishing of my feet as I wander through the dew-laden pasture. Droplets of water sparkle as they fall from somewhere above me to the ground below, and I gaze upon a crimson ladybird as she wanders down the slippery stalk of a swaying plant. A sudden flapping of wings echoes all around as a bird bursts from the skeletal branches of a naked tree. To my right, a fox stops and stares, one paw raised. Then a splash and a flash as a silver fish frolics in the glassy water of the reed-edged lake sending shimmering ripples in ever increasing circles across its surface. The heady scent of a new dawn is intense, as yet untainted by the flurry of human activity.

Too soon this order will come to an end. For now at least, this is my world. A world known to few but me.