Morning

As the sun imbues its uniquely golden hue into the world and the birds stir high above and the night gives way to the day, I walk by the lake and between the trees and feel the ground give way gently beneath my feet. The world is beautiful. Today is a beautiful day, and it’s good to be alive on days such as this. To breathe in the morning’s air, rich and pure, and to see the unmistakable signs of life bursting from every point in one’s field of vision. And when one is surrounded by such brilliance and zest, a transfer of vital energy occurs and one is raised above the funk, to soar high amongst clouds. And even if the body becomes tired, the mind is forever young, gladly accepting of what a morning offers. Little gifts such as a beautiful morning are delights offered from the heavens to light a candle in an otherwise black and empty life.