The Essence of Morning

Every day there is a morning. A spectacular miracle of the sun rising and casting light through a dark night. This is one of the best times to be out. There may be a runner or two, but no one else. A bird may chirp, but it’s often too early even for them.

Dew covers everything. It’s chilly out, but a cup of coffee can warm your hands. Your mind is at ease just knowing that soon the sun will be warming the earth.

Years from now when I am settled in my life, I will have a porch or a patio or a large garden where I will have a small round table with a chair or two. I will wake up early and sit there with my coffee. There I will think or plan or simply enjoy, for mornings are special in their own elusive way.

There is this essence, this lovely, unexplainable essence that can only be found in the morning, as the sun rises. The feeling that you are up when most people are asleep, and the sense that a fresh day is starting. A clean slate and so much time ahead of you in the day. It’s as if you–and only you– are being handed a gift. A large pair of old, weathered hands gently holding out the sun to you and saying, “For you, a new day. Spend it wisely.”

It is amazing. Mornings are. Something so beautiful.

…and to think that it happens every single day.

“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”  ~Kahlil Gibran