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.