Some mornings are like this: peaceful and dew laden.  The entire day should be so lucky, as all mornings should be.

Such is today.  As I sit on my terrace, I am watching the sun rise, its pink and golden yellow rays flashing across the eastern sky.  In the foreground, the meadow is covered in tiny crystal-like dew drops, twinkling and sparkling in the morning light.   The dew also covers the magnolia leaves, adding to the morning joy.

This is serenity.

©2022 Colcannon Metropolis, excerpt from “Points Well Taken” and “Thoughts from the Terrace on a Rainy Day”