It's somewhere around 8 AM this morning. I'm propped up on the love seat underneath my living room window. My child is playing quietly with his "Thomas The Tank Engine" toys in the center of the room. The sunlight that filters through the tree in my front yard dances across the pages of my copy of Dutch. An unseasonably cool and comfortable breeze floats in through the open window.
As I soak in one of the most beautiful mornings of the summer, and enjoy the quiet refuge from my constant observation of the tumultuous and sometimes downright-vicious world of politics, I laugh quietly at the irony of it all.
It was definitely "Morning in America".