Sunrise, Robinson's Preserve

There is something almost shameless about being out of doors in shorts on a March morning, well if you are from Maine you may have twinges of guilt.

I still have not gotten over the feeling of triumph that slips into my soul as I walk at sunrise, no sweater, no coat, no problem.  I find an unexpected smile on my face, and the joy of having won a grand prize.  I found the peace and solitude of Robinson's Preserve this morning a perfect beginning to a perfect day.