I awoke early this morning to the light patter of rain on the roof. Outside, in the half-light, freshly formed droplets were hanging for a moment on the leaves & branches before falling gracefully to the ground below. All was quiet and calm. Gradually, very gradually, the yaupons, cedars, and live oaks emerged from the darkness in verdant profusion.
It was the perfect morning to eat a leisurely breakfast while listening to gentle tunes by John Golden, especially "The Last Farewell" & "Roseanna."
[Our current monthly Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of the Old Toothbrush Man, published August 01, 2005. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news080105.htm.]