An Early Morning
After the first restful night in weeks I was awoken by the frolicking Tigger-like bounces of my 15 week old kitten, Ms. Winnie! It was at the latest a few moments past sunrise when I noticed it. The crispness of the air could be seen in the heathered sky of soft pinks and oranges surrounded by the beginning coloring of the daily blue sky. Early mornings, so I am told, as I am not generally considered a morning person, are often this beautiful. Filled with the scent of possibility.
If not for this tiny little bundle of joy who has barely been on this earth for a heartbeat in geologic time all the beauty, and the accompanying calm that washed over my soul would have been completely missed, moving silently and unacknowledged into the vaults of time passed. All is connected.