A picture I can't take...

is of the morning. The air is crisp, the sun is hot, and I'm laying out on my balcony in a t-shirt and jeans. The frost from early morning is nearly gone, but the hoarfrost can still be seen on the higher hills surrounding the town. As I lay here listening to the church bells chime, I can also hear the chorus of a remade Garth Brooks song booming from the center of town. And if tomorrow never comes, at least I spent part of this morning laying in a hammock.