The Morning's Gift
Glorious morning . . .
My day began with a walk to the pupper park with the girls. I am convinced that there is nothing better than Saturday mornings when you have nowhere to be, and no demands to answer, save the ones of your own heart's desire. The three of us tromped through the green, glistening grass, past the gate, and down to the far end where my bench awaited. Fin began her usual wandering, and after a few sniffs here and there, Beatrice was ready for me to hoist her onto her perch next to me. I encouraged her to explore and play, but as always, she was having none of it. So snuggle we did, in pure contentment.
Scattered, stretched out, cottonball clouds hung over us, and a sing-song chorus of birds offered a relaxing time-out from the world. Two birds flew side by side, and soaring from high above, they dove almost touching the ground, and then rocketed towards the sky again. Their joyful play was a picuture of complete freedom, and their message to the world below was, "you too are this free if you only knew it". They had abandoned everything that would tie them down.
A few cranes crept along the water's edge looking for breakfast to fill their bellies, and a multitude made music with their chirping and whisperings of "whooo, whooo". I closed my eyes and enjoyed this symphony of nature. The early morning's gift to the world, and I was so grateful to be its audience.
© 2013 Bella Nina
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
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