The Native Iowan

And the morning sparkles. Clear and bright. A burst of colors… blues and greens, lights and darks.

Golly. it’s almost 8am. I have been lying in bed watching the progress of the morn since before 6. The way I built this place allows for views to the north, south and east from my bed room. It has been a slow symphony of subtle shifts of light and color.

The sea surge still sings. Birds twitter and chirp as lazy mosquitos buzz before my eyes.

Gizo is guuud