5am. Perfect stillness. Shades of gray fill the sky completely. No rays of morning sunlight just a weak awakening of another day. No breeze, no sounds except dripping misty rain falling lightly on weary summer flowers. Clicking hummingbird unexpectedly appears, lighting on the dead branch of the elderberry high above the house looking into the moist misty distance for his next sudden flight.
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