To be out of doors when the sun rises is to both give and receive a blessing. The light spills over the horizon, illuminating and warming. The heart swells with appreciation and gratitude.
This morning the air was cold; frost covered the bent grasses and a shifting ghostly mist obscured the pond. My footsteps startled a pair of ducks resting in the reeds and they lifted, quacking furiously, from the water. The silence resettled in their wake.
Behind me the sun was lifting above the horizon, lighting the treetops first. Ahead, a yellow maple blazed in the first light. Slowly the grey, swirling mist turned gold. My own breath, visible in the cold, lifted past my face and drifted out to join the breath of the morning.
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Lovely mix of words and photos. And it made me miss something I never thought I would: the early morning commute to school. Not a prettier thing in the world than the morning sky.
A lovely way to greet the day!
It is, Lee, it is.
Ruth - I live across the road from this pond and pass it when I drive to school in the morning. The beauty of it never fails to make me smile in delight.
Now, if I'm quiet, can I join you on your walk? Can I bring Dog?
Come along, HHB and bring Dog. We'll watch the sun rise and he can set the bunnies running!
A lovely beginning to your day!
The beautifully colored trees are weeks ahead of our trees here in Virginia. I would really love to accompany you on one of your walks!
Not all mornings are as leisurely, Meggie, but they are almost always as beautiful.
Barbara - come along! We'd have lots to see and talk about.
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