This morning started of with fog that coated my windows. The sky is a glaring white/blue and the sound of the waves rippling and robins singing fills the air. I hear cicadas- their sound is weak and small here, unlike Kansas where they rise annually to sing in great waves. Yesterday I went downstairs for coffee and noticed the great blue heron standing on my neighbor's roof. It made me smile and think of the old myth of storks who bring babies. By the time I got my camera he was gone.Someone said it was a good omen. I certainly hope so.