I left my house Sunday for an early morning run. The temperature was cool but the humidity was high and the sunshine hazy. It was early enough that the town still seemed to be snoozing — or perhaps just waking up behind the buzz of their air conditioners.
It was quiet. Birds chirped and a frog croaked, and two dogs barked a warning at my passing. I encountered only a few cars in the two mile route. Even the traffic at the only two stoplights in town was scarce.
As I rounded the corner to my house, I heard a rooster crow in the distance. The happy faces of purple coneflowers welcomed me home, and the run was finished.