Five in the morning is not dark anymore. The earth is alive, awake from its long winter slumber. The sun’s bright rays. outstretched like loving arms.
The air is crisp and I smell applewood from the stove. The sweet, smokey scent familiar and pleasant. The morning fog lifts and reveals springs emerging beauty.
The energy around me makes me happy. The waters are flowing again. The ice has melted and the deer are by the creek to drink from it. Beauty surrounds us. Grateful for everyday.
Nonesvazquez 
Leave a comment