Light is peeking through the tops of the trees. The leaves are beginning their display of color, ever so slightly now. The air is crisp while the fresh smell of dew embraces with a sense of wonder. The pond water reflects the blue-green hues of its surroundings and is calmly absent the ripples of summer frogs in search of a morning meal. The quiet of the morning engulfs the day’s agenda as to say “be still.” In that still and quiet place I revel at the joy that is now and the possibilities that lie ahead for today. The day will unfold as it may but I take with me the gratitude for these quiet moments reflecting on the goodness of my maker.
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