Early morning, when the chilly air brushes against my cheeks and the gray sky waits for the first bird to release its song, is the most peaceful time.
Right before the peal of children’s laughter marks the beginning of a hurried life, even before the first coffee beans are ground and put into a pot to percolate, that’s where I wait.
Letting the stillness hover anxious for the first beads of color to roll across the sky.
I feel a promise in the coming dawn. I sit in the quiet and watch it unfold. Until I hear the chatter of animals announce the arrival of the day, the first vehicle peters by and the house behind me awakens.
In those few moments of stillness I recognize how beautiful the world is, before I turn to go in and join the schedules and rhythm of life.
I love the feeling of peace in this one, especially that whole last verse. Just so lovely. 😀
Ahhh, thank you. I always feel a little uncertainty when I write something that departs from what I normally write, so I appreciate the encouragement!
You’re welcome!
I totally know that feeling of uncertainty. I’ve had a lot of moments like that while writing my Ambrose and Elsie story.