It’s just before sun up. You’re in the woods.
The stillness is being thrown out by the songbird senate.
This is a good morning.
You’re participating in something that usually passes by your slumbered senses.
The world is waking up.
Just like it has. Just like it does. Just like it will.
Today is a little bit chilly.
It’s still grayish dark. Color is around the corner.
It will warm up nice.
Bring in the breeze.
Not many days like this left.
Take them when they come.
And realize they come everyday.
