Morning Mood

The morning is as if taken from a children‘s book - lonely roosters can be heard, birds are breathless waiting for the sunrise. The tipped early grasses are wrapped in nocturnal humidity, light seeps through them and the meadow seems almost transparent. The sun peeked from its favorite spot and saw us all waiting for it, gained courage and showed, ablush. Soon it will shine over the lower end  of the valley, where a small provincial town is squeezed tight between the river and the hill.

I am drinking coffee at the window. After a while I’m going to sit at the computer. I do not know where to start from. My Muse has found a new way to make me think of her constantly – now she has to overcome a new life challenge. So let’s encourage her with a morning song.