Patches of white and grey puffy clouds spread all over the blue canvas of sky two mornings ago. From east to west, north to south. On the east, gleams of brilliant warmth reflected on the edge of the altocumulus where the sun tried to peek through. It was one-of-a-kind morning.
This is not Point Reyes, nor is it Sumburu Wildlife Park. This is my small world where the dog watches the sun and moon face to face in mornings. This is the land where the pruned grapevines bask in the sun, with possibilities of getting freeze the next day or so. This is a warm February morning in East Texas.