Currently, the mourning dove echoes in the dawning light.
Currently, a fluff of doodle sniffs my coffee mug, licks my writing hand.
Currently, (and once again) my tender plants are inside, protected from the unseasonable cold.
Currently, coffee kicks in and my feeble brain wakes up.
Currently, tufted titmouse bows into the feeder flicking seeds to the cardinal below.
Currently, I open a text from Carolyn “yoga at 11:30” inviting me to her home where rainbows reflect on our mats.
Currently, I read about fog from Molly and Kim, quietly hoping for a foggy day to catch a poem.
Reflections on the Teche 