I cannot get over how beautiful the mornings are in this weather. And the nights. The middle of the day isn't even my favorite part; it's mostly the mornings and the evenings. It's just so much calmer and more peaceful at 6:45 a.m. when the sun is rising and at 9:00 p.m. when the world is settling down again.
Do you ever have a day or two that just seems like forever, and then something happens and you feel new again?
You regain some kind of sense of self.
You recapture your vision.
You maybe even discover a new vision.
Your worries fall to the wayside and turn into prayers.
Your selfishness disappears and you recognize the needs around you like you've never seen them before.
You feel the sun and the moon smiling on you, and you're romanced the sweet smells of spring that float through the breeze.
You find purpose in something greater than what you thought it might be.
You see people for who they are and realize that everyone is just human.
You talk to a friend and realize that it feeds something inside of you that you didn't even know you needed.
You find a good book, a quote, a thought, or a song that speaks to your heart in ways that nothing or no one else can do.
I do. That was my yesterday.
And this morning I feel refreshed.