Peaking above the eastern horizon, light rose and deep peach hues rise gently beneath receding blue-gray shades as neighborhood rooftops glow suddenly when the surprising burning white sun appears. Shining bare trees appear to stretch in the pleasantly cool still air, as though sensing and embracing spring. Empty side streets are respectfully quiet as songbirds spontaneously engage with one another’s joyful morning praise. I consider the millions of tiny actions within my body required to work correctly for me to breath deeply, see the glow, and hear the song I am humbled by offering only thanks. Peace.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 13:08:23 +0000