Rising warmth of early rays broke through the cool of night, first as a trickle. Then like a stream that thaws in spring time, all the sun’s intensity poured over the horizon until everything was washed in the bright luminous glow of dawn. It wrapped around the stillness and overturned the groggy feelings that accompany night. Its warm fingers melted away frost formed at midnight, every surface sparkled and twinkled as though clothed in a star-filled night sky. The crisp air sat motionless, as though holding its breath in a calm reluctance to rush into the day. Birds began to dart back and forth against the blue backdrop, but with an air of gentleness, as though tiptoeing across the morning sky trying not to wake daytime just yet. Everything was just perfect. It was waking from a perfect night of sleep, and feeling so rested and content that there was no rush to begin anything new. Just being for just a few seconds was just perfect.
- ▼ 2012 (91)