I love the peacefulness of dawn. The air is cool and still. Birds narrate morning greetings. Squirrel chimes in with a loud song that sounds almost like laughter.
Sky changes colors, tone, and brightness in what seems to me a masterful meditation practice.
Trees stand absolutely still. Are they meditating as well?
I hear woodpecker in the distance, the loud burst of sound indicating an early start to their workday.
Deer saunters by, nibbling on greenery here and there, as usual modeling a patient pace of ease.
Crow squawks, their strong voice cutting through the soft, charming melody of all their bird relations.
I think of dawn as a quiet, still time.
But maybe that is not quite right.
Maybe dawn is a time of being.
Maybe dawn is a way of being.
Maybe I’m dawning.
Maybe you’re dawning.
These thoughts bring a wide, easy smile to my face. A smile that reaches up to my eyes and into my heart.
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