Grateful for This day ~
How do I even begin to describe this morning’s soft light and cold settling air?
My morning write ~ it is . . . . . .
light filtering softly
bounded by oak & hickory trees
chasing grey haze and mist rising
carrying the mighty earth upwards
the loft of cold air smelling like
freshly cooked apples and honey jam
with underneath tones of hot butter sizzles
Now, how do I hold on to this moment? … to carry it with me throughout my day and to remind me of the mighty love I know I too carry inside me each day!