Soft morning sounds rouse me into wakefulness. I stretch, I yawn, I rise, reveling in the precious peacefulness of these predawn moments. I gaze through the window; hoping to remember. The inky blues and muted purples of twighlight meld, seamlessly before my eyes, into radiant golden hues that represent hope to a waking world.
I sigh and whisper a prayer of gratitude, thankful to bear witness to the glorious beginning of a brand new day.
You have such an awareness of life. Your prose is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI don't slow down enough to take in the morning and give gratitude. It's usually such a rush and anxious feeling, especially during the week. You inspire me to pause and have gratitude as a start of my day. Thank you.