The sun bears down as only it can, raising steam from the dew soaked road as it draws back shadow's curtain. The morning had swelled and ebbed with birds chorus before sheltering beneath arching boughs, flitting briefly to dip in a neighbours pool. Fried egg and bacon still hung on the air as the slow momentum of morning took hold in the spin of a washing machine. The pull of a motor drew a new song to the day, loud and overpowering. 

I approached this prompt a littler differently today. I tried to focus more on establishing the feel of the “brunch” time of day, without actually saying it was brunch. I focused on how the shadows were still receding, common breakfast foods hanging in the air, how birdsong had slowed and the days heat was starting to present itself. 

What was you impression of it? What part of the day were you thinking of?