For some reason. The skies are Smokey. I’m kicking myself for not going for a ride or getting a workout in.

I finally decide the weather outside is too nice to waste as the Smokey day gives way to the glow of French-violet colored evening skies.

I step out the door step and I’m immediately greeted with the scent of the blooming lilacs and conifers that fill the yard. I’m instantly satisfied with my decision to spend the evening outside. It’s an orchestra of evening bird songs. With the quiet but distinct chirps of a female hummingbird filling the momentary silences.

The lilacs are the same color as the sky. The air is still. Just the right temperature for a comfortable hoodie.

The tea. Aromatic in its own unique ways. The Bergamot accentuated by the wild honey I’ve stirred in.

It’s calm. I am happy.