The birds are waking up suspiciously before I do lately. They had to have started long before I woke today because there was already that blue twilight that brings to mind the word murky even though the air is clear.
I have long ago decided (so I decide yet again) to refuse to question the words that my brain decides to add to the mix. So murky it is.
Birds (from their calls):
Sorry, three definite bird identifications before full consciousness is all anyone can really ask of me.
And there it is.