The air is crisp and the leaves are shimmery with the dew of morning.
The coqui frogs have gone to bed and been replaced by the sweet song of birds.
The sky is wavering between hiding the sunshine behind the clouds and rays of light sneaking quick glances through soft billowy cushions.
I understand the indecisive sentiment because there are days when I cannot decide what to wear so I choose a random shirt and the softest, most comfortable pants I can find.
I hope that the sunshine will poke through the clouds, but also create some space for a chance of warm rain.