Birds of a Feather

I woke up this morning at the ripe o'clock of 8, dragged myself out of bed, and routinely turned on the shower in hopes or waking myself up.
I opened the window in the bathroom to allow the steam to let itself out and not congregate around the mirror making it impossible to see when I stepped out.

As I opened the window, a slight chill filled the room, and the smell of fog and potential rain presented itself. That's when I heard the early morning chirping of the birds. It reminded me of a sound I knew growing up in Virginia. That, mixed with the smell, let me know that today was going to be a good day.

Hats off God.