As I sat at my desk, I looked out the window.
A Squirrel was out there, sitting on the old Ash tree stump, bushy tail curled once, curled twice, eating a found pecan. A Monarch fluttered among the yellow Cowpen Daisy blossoms. Lesser Goldfinches splashed in the birdbaths sitting on the ground beneath the Lacey Oak. A bee was flying about the red Salvia Gregii blossoms beneath the Texas Persimmon. A Grackled chased a Mockingbird away.
I looked back at my computer screen to finish composing my email message.