I have always loved early mornings! When I was a teenager, I had a 7:00 am class every weekday. We lived in a small Southern California suburb almost a mile from the high school. Since it was not a regular curriculum class, I had to figure out how to get there on my own....... You guessed it, I walked.

I would start out walking when it was still dark. There was hardly a sound except for my shoes on the pavement. As l walked, I watched as lights in houses would start being turned on. And there was more than just seeing lights coming on that assured the beginning of a new day; dogs who had been let outside, barking that it was time to come back in, milk bottles rattled as the delivery man left his morning 'moo' on front porches. (And if it was Thursday, and I wasn't in school, around 9:00 am the Helms Bakery truck driver would beep that he was on the block. Ladies would scurry out to get whatever scrumptious delight sounded good, and the weeks bread.)....... Where was I? Oh, yeah. When I got to the main street of my city there were even more signs that another day had begun. As the light filled the landscape like cream, everything became animated and alive. Further from the main street, people were opening garage doors, (manually of course, because there were no automatic garage door openers) and engines would be started so that, slowly and grudgingly, the bread winner of the family could go to work.
Then there was that fresh early morning smell! The sweet fragrance of lilac, honey-suckle, new grass, rose, lily, a bouquet of other fragrant flower essences with the engulfing spritz of morning dew, filled my soul as I walked.
But the grandeur of those mornings came as I watched the sun wake up and stretch it's rays over me. Each morning felt like a new beginning. I could start again at anything that I hadn't done right or accomplished the day before. My unkind thoughts or angry or hurt feelings were washed away with the blackness of the night. With every sunrise, each day was new. The day was an empty slate for me to begin again to try to be kinder than yesterday, to gather more wisdom, to learn from past mistakes or embarrassments. There it is, with every new day hope was born.
When Sara Zamudio sent me a copy of her beautiful photo above, I was taken back to those sweet mornings of my youth. I was filled with a rush, that this is who I am, and this is why.
Remember, we can start again in the morning. Let that thought help lift us to feel all that is good and possible in the here and now and in the veiled eternities to come. Good Blessings!