Misty Morning Memories
Days are getting shorter and it’s cooling off, so early morning sunrise is finally at a respectable hour to enjoy. The thermal steam steals across the lake like smoke on the water and the black and orange glow rapidly changes to soft pinks and blues. It’s a time, still sleepy and wrapped up warm, that brings memories of past sunrises, remembering seeing in them hope and love, new beginnings and dreams of what could have been.
Now it’s a new day and just in this moment it’s possible to believe that it won’t be more of the same, that maybe it’s possible, it could be… the start of something more. So long as there are mornings there will always be dreams of possibilities.
The Traveling Kiwi 