It has become a thing for my dog to wake me  extra early. I get up, make coffee, turn on LBC and look to see said dog very comfortably in a deep sleep.

I come back upstairs with my drink and lay down again for a short while. It’s warmer today, the relief of spring arriving is immeasurable.

And then it started..The robin outside my bedroom window with his morning song. A melody so fine it reaches my soul. The mystery, the pure innocence. What is in his heart he should sing like that? Who else is listening to his story? Is it a story or a song? Both.

And then it stopped. What a beautiful moment to start my day. Thank you