Waking up early.
The sweetness of the morning air, holding on briefly to the cool of the night.
A dog's smiling face in my rear view mirror.
Her joyous leap out of the truck, ready to take in all the new scents of a place yet to be explored.
The golden light of early morning transforming dew drops into a field of glittering diamonds.
The appreciation for rising early--for just a short while later it is just a field of damp grass again.
The sound my feet make on the gravel path.
The deep resonance of bird song through the woods.
The flash of sunlight on a cardinal's wing as it flits across the path.
The thought that for this cardinal this morning is the normal.
The hope held deep in my heart that someday, this will be my normal too.
A quiet prayer.
A grateful heart.
My very favorite kind of morning.
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