The morning mist filters the sunlight and seems to soften the world around us. It is like the earth whispers to the world. The birds are haunting in their song because you hear them, but you can’t see them; they are hidden in the mist. The morning is muted; the sounds and the colors are softer as if you are looking through a veil.
The morning always reminds us that we have work to do and animals to feed. Though, for this moment, I will stand here and feel the world at rest, hesitating before the sun burns through the morning mist.
I will feel this time of peace and serenity and embrace it with my heart and soul for this moment will never be here again. It exists only now as a gift to be treasured and remembered. I take a deep breath and step into the day, a day like no other I have known.
Larry – My morning time? Priceless. Thanks for capturing it.
Thank you Jeff and enjoy your morning
Larry, images such as what accompanies this article of yours takes me out of where I am, even in the late afternoon of the day.
Thank you Lynn. Being that we live in the country now. I catch the sunrise and sunset every day. It truly makes you feel different
Larry – Great reminder that during these times, we still need to see each day as a gift. Thanks.
Thank you Len
There are so many images, feelings, and emotions that your story evokes. Superb writing, as usual, Larry!
Thank you my friend. I have the after midnight can’t sleep poet syndrome