Awake at four AM . So much so that making a hot cup of tea felt right .
Deep quiet and darkness seem to give space to other level thinking .
Now an hour later , deep darkness remains outside , and gradually the sounds of birds singing transform the quiet into a new day arriving .
A light fog draped among ancient trees and hanging in the air . It’s been several mornings in a row now and it feels like the custom . A bit of mystery and quietness into the start of the day like a mediation from nature as the grey mist lingers in the air .
Subtle hints of longer days and temperatures that are more inviting and even a few optimistic birds singing their morning hymns give way to cautious delight .
Deep , striking hues of color play with grey in the sky as the fog floats away . Dramatic splashes of red and fiery orange dance with light blue and the whiteness of clouds . It inspires dreams as much as rest .
A chill in the air , soft whites and grays and evergreens harmonize like a song of winter .
Quietness and light inviting and threading it’s way amongst old growth trees , carrying
the deep , soul enveloping sounds of an eagle’s call .
Melodious light transcends time and embraces the heart .
Welcome 2022 . Are you really here ?
Quietly we ushered you in yet with hopes so high that they could reach the stars .
Some moments seemed so still as if time hadn’t moved at all while others just seemed
to flow and flow .
Resting thoughts open the way ,
A heart’s inner song rising in the air.
Like lyrical sounds traveling through time
and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .
A lyrical life is what I seek .
Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,
falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .