The mornings are quite beautiful here, it is often cloudy with a breeze. Seems there is always a breeze in Hill Country. In the summer, a hot blast from a dryer that has been on for an entire cycle. I have yet to experience the winter wind. I can only imagine that it is just as uncomfortable. I like to open the doors in the mornings, even for a short while before the sun starts beating the heat into you like an abusive husband. I watch my birds, not that they are mine. I bribe them with black sunflower seeds to visit with me. They come early in the morning dancing with each other, singing their special songs, all for the price of seed. I watch and listen, preferring their songs over the radio and television. They wait out the heat of the day and visit me in the evenings, somehow, their song not lost over the travels of the day. They bring me a feeling of belonging to a force greater than myself or society. They bring me a connection to the Earth and make me a part of it all.