Woke up this morning around 6:30. My husband Terry was already up and about. Because of the expected heat of the day he had opened up every door and window to let in the cool morning breezes. We live in the foothills on Stove Prairie Road where the nearest neighbor is a quarter mile away so that at 6:30 on a Saturday morning the only sounds are birdsongs and the whispering of pine trees. The low rising sun light shining through the house is exquisite. It does not get any better than this.
Mornings are the best. They bring hope and renewal.
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