Cool humid morning
First hint of fall in the South
Joy comes to heat weary.
Sometimes when I’m having writer’s block I start spilling out thoughts in Haiku (a syllabic style of poetry with only three lines 5-7-5). I don’t know why it works (for me) except that it forces me to focus.
I love the photo.
That’s a view of the Loxahatchee River one cool, wet morning.