Pure blue sky greets rising fog, while the sun bursts over the horizon, lighting up the cold hard rock upon which I stood. What a way to begin.
It's another ethereal morning.
When I arrived, the scene was dark; the air was cold, cold and quiet. I heard the calling crow. I watched it fly out over the dusky trees. I watched the dark gray sky turn baby blue, watched the trees light up, and felt the new light lift my spirits. I watched the fog rise from the trees in the distant and knew that nature repeats itself so many times, whether I watch or not.
I smiled a wistful smile.
My eyes followed the rolling hills and I was calmed. I saw the sun slowly rise beyond those hills, then blind my eyes with its bright light, light that warmed my face, cleansed my mind, and gave precious meaning to the morning.
So there I stood. I felt quite fine, warm inside my jacket, happy inside my heart, moved by what I saw, what I felt, and what I knew of fresh beginnings. And I wondered how many other folks stood right there on some other day. I wondered how many of them felt the inspiration of morning on a mountaintop.
I hope they all did.
Life is blessed and bedeviled by good and bad things. Standing there, basking in that warm sun, looking out and feeling fine ... the troubled world felt far away. Though it may seem simple, to know such a special morning is one of those blessedly divine good things.