" Caught the morning just right today, just as dark was giving way to light. When the birds were letting loose their song. I walked down the street and saw a beautiful orange-chested bird standing on a wall and I stopped to look at him. I wondered what his life must be, to take care of his children, to fend off predators, where he finds water and food in this big city of Atlanta. He looked at me with similar curiosity, tilting his head back and forth.  Above him I saw a squirrel run down the length of a branch and chomp on some leaves. This is that glorious time of day when nature has its moment.  Before my walk is over, the sounds of songbirds, the gentle, loving music of dawn give way to the harsh, brutal noise of man. Lawn mowers, planes, cars, power saws and that most brutal and senseless noise of all - the leaf blower.  How these things have taken over, I’m not sure. ..... "