The lake was still with the only sound being a distant whippoorwill, a sound so haunting and sad that it was almost painful. There were no ripples upon the lake just a mirror image of the trees along the shore. The clouds were dark and grey with a hint of light peaking through adding a splash of color to the barren landscape.
This is the time of day I love with the dreams of the dark night fading away to make room for our hopes and dreams of how this day will be. The silence was so deep that you could almost hear the symphony of the universe, music so deep that even the trees sway in time to its song. Words are without meaning here at this time of day for we listen to a sound that comes from a place that was here eons before we came.
This morning is a time to listen, to feel the tug of life, a time to be still and feel the calm within us. It is then that we truly awaken to the possibilities of our life. The morning teaches us to listen so that we may hear. It teaches us to be thankful so that we may give. The stillness of the lake reflects the universe that we see. It is there to behold and stand in awe for this one moment in time. Embrace this moment and make it a memory to always be remembered.