Grateful for This day ~

How do I even begin to describe this morning’s soft light and cold settling air?

My morning write ~

morning is . . .

light filtering softly

bounded by oak and hickory trees

chasing grey haze and misty rising air

carrying the mighty earth upward

lofts of cold air smelling like

freshly cooked apples and honey jam

with underneath tones of hot butter sizzles

on my kitchen stove

simmering

Now, how do I hold on to this moment? I want to carry morning with me to my day and remind myself of the mighty love I know I carry inside me!