Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
~Author Unknown
There is something uniquely precious about early mornings. From time to time I go through bouts of sleeplessness and I find myself wandering the house in the early hours. In the summer months I often take myself outside and sit in the garden and watch the dawn break and the world begin to come alive. The air feels different and there is a tangible air of possibility that I don't feel if I wake at the normal time. It feels like a gift to open, like a flower, petal by petal, to reveal the secret inside.
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
~Author Unknown
There is something uniquely precious about early mornings. From time to time I go through bouts of sleeplessness and I find myself wandering the house in the early hours. In the summer months I often take myself outside and sit in the garden and watch the dawn break and the world begin to come alive. The air feels different and there is a tangible air of possibility that I don't feel if I wake at the normal time. It feels like a gift to open, like a flower, petal by petal, to reveal the secret inside.
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