Friday, June 11, 2010
Early Morning Mist
Early morning is one of my favorite times of the day. It is a time of day that God beckons and gives the urge to me to go out into the garden. Just to be there when the sun first comes up over Farmer School’s woodlot and to witness the birds sing the morning into existence. They seem to put their whole hearts into their songs.
The morning air is so pure and cool, the grass so dewy wet under my bare feet and all the heat and troubles of yesterday seem to have been washed away. The new day is fresh and just uncurling from the darkness of the night. The light is still misted with water vapors rising to melt into the sun.
There have been mornings when I sleep in and miss this special time. There have been mornings when I have thought of some document that I need to look up on the computer and instead of going outside I open up my laptap which I use on the kitchen table. But alas, this window faces east and the glare from the rising sun makes it so that I cannot see the screen and I feel like the sun is mocking me and saying, “you are suppose to be out here!” And so I am.