Welcoming the Morning

Spring has hit full swing in the high mountains. It is very inspiring on many levels. Song burst forth from birds, insects, and amphibians alike. Every plant from the most humble sedge to the most glorious flower to the tallest tree is putting forth flowers and pollen. The runners are out in their shorts, mp3's strapped to their shapely but small biceps. The musically inclined are out on logs and boulders offering a metered counterpart to the more organic notes of the wild. Writers are dusting off their note pads to jot down ideas and paragraphs outside where it might be dangerous for laptops to follow. Gardeners have planted their beds and pots. 
So yes, since I fall into most of those human categories it is just a touch distracting...