There is a grace, an elegance to morning. I don’t always see it.
I must admit that, on most mornings, a very comfortable bed is far more inviting to me.
But on this morning, the light was just so. The cool air had thinned the smoke from devastating wildfires well to the north of us. The wind was still. And the sun had just peeked over the ridge behind us. It was like this section of the earth was greeting the day with a renewed hope.
The digger pine, full of pine cones, greeted the sun as it shed old, dry needles.
The lantana bush just laughed. It knew that the day’s heat was coming. She loves the heat.
The sunflower began its sun salutation.
Each subject posed just so. I captured their shapes and colors. I hoped I had captured their essence.
Then I went back to bed.