Doves

The morning dove has always been a familiar creature to me, and their call stands far above the rest at all times of the day. The birds have been singing for hours now, and the depth and layers of their call suggest they go on for atleast as far as i can hear.

It is chilly this morning, and i have yet to convince myself to rise, although the sooner i leave, the less wind i have to deal with. I have plenty of time to reach my mark today, so i am not worried, but i do need to conserve energy for this evening. There will be no rushing today. This will not be a day of racing the sun from horizon to horizon. I will simply be trying to reach Eau Claire before the next storm does, supposedly by early afternoon.