Saturday morning. 
Sunshine and green with small and few struggling brown swatches of mower fodder I see from my opened-blind window. 
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks as the pendulum sways. 
Pages lay open waiting to be read. 
Cold coffee awaiting the drain. 
Quiet sounds; distance traffic and the ringing in my ears. 🙂

A lovely Saturday indeed. 

A picture is worth a thousand words some say . . .  is it?