The smells and sounds of morning overpower the other senses, telling stories of the coming day. The soft notes of a bell, around the neck of a grazing animal, proclaim to the rest of the herd “here I am, don’t stray too far.” Dogs wander the empty streets, hoping to find a morsel, a crumb, guided by nose and instinct, while stray cats proudly strut, as though to say, “this is my town, you’ll play by my rules.”
Just Plain Bud 