Morning:
The air is soft and still. Green leaves lushly circle the yard.
Sprinklers whoosh lightly one-by-one as watering timers kick on up and down the block.
Birds call out to one another: peeping softly, singing happily.
Squirrels scamper up and down the trees, chasing tails and leaping with grace.
The clear hot promise of the day lies ahead.
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