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”
1 thought on “Mornings.”
T’aint nothin’ in this world like doing the dew…….
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