Sunrise, which is not bad. 
Without a specific objective way, I write. I ponder what I see and keep walking. I feel like my mind goes autumnal Indian summer cold San Miguel de Todos los Santos. The land becomes coated with brown leaves that will be swept away by the wind. I'm engrossed watching the dawn of the dawn, true work of art of light, shadow and color. Breathe the energy of the universe, enlivened by the singing of greenfinches, mosquito nets and robins. I know I am privileged to have this linear park next to my shelter, and more privileged I feel when I am able to appreciate it.
When old yellow star, around which we turn, is rises above the horizon grinders burst Dandelion the orange backlighting amid shady.
encouraged to note that I am not the only weirdo who gets up early in the day of rest. A couple of riders lie on the hills to watch the show.
A goldfinch watches me from the branch of a box elder, waiting for me to stop bothering you with my game photo to return to his flock in search of livelihood in the field. Other iron birds fly to the Paseo del Prado, where you will find the heads of his "flock."
Nearby, the remains of a former royal garden show all splendor of the Buckeyes in Madrid in October and the sound of water from artificial sources drowning rumors of the civilized engines.
Instead, I park there are no resources to have the ponds with water. Before the drought, now is the crisis. And that recent rains have filled one half. Dawns for everyone, but for some more than others. Say.
Without a specific objective way, I write. I ponder what I see and keep walking. I feel like my mind goes autumnal Indian summer cold San Miguel de Todos los Santos. The land becomes coated with brown leaves that will be swept away by the wind. I'm engrossed watching the dawn of the dawn, true work of art of light, shadow and color. Breathe the energy of the universe, enlivened by the singing of greenfinches, mosquito nets and robins. I know I am privileged to have this linear park next to my shelter, and more privileged I feel when I am able to appreciate it. 
