The big yellow barn house at Hickery Holler faces east. Into the morning sun. My favorite part of the day is early in the morning with a hot cup of coffee sitting on the front porch watching the sun rise over the hills and hollers of this land we own. The house is quiet. The dawn is silent. No sirens. No dogs barking. Everyone sleeps soundly through this glorious show but me.
The sun gradually rising to another day.
But wait! I hear the sick attempts of the young roosters club attempting their crows. Keep trying boys maybe you'll get a good one off before you end up in the pot.
Alas I hear the alarm clocks going off. The silence has ended.