It is a soft, wood thrush morning this morning and sure enough, as soon as I step outside in the misty half-light, I hear him. An ethereal, bamboo flute song that echoes the mystery of the morning.
Hearing it coaxes out my child-wonder and I breathe in deeply and fully. A gentle and magical beginning to my day.
Debra Paulson 
Lovely! And Wood Thrush Morning sounds like the title of a really good book.
It does, doesn’t it? I would read that book.
And I love the photo, too.
Thanks! I love that photo also, if I do say so myself.