Culebra Monday

Dogs yipping across the bay, roosters crowing, the sound of a vehicle or two. Sky a'dawnin', morning is born.

I weave my way back through the long grasses, knowing the tea has steeped strong, the cat has been fed, real daylight is now bright enough to kick start my brain out of merely meandering. Culebra close enough, anyway. Let Monday begin!

Have a mole-hill only Monday. Do something mildly.