it's early. the silence of the early hours. there are two tiny little red birds on the green lawn. thin clouds,  like spider webs, are crossing the sky. the morning sun tints the landscape with a burning red color palette. a fine layer of dew is covering the grounds. the air is crisp and fresh and my eyes still a bit sleepy. 

two hours later the view out of the window is so very different. in a subtle way though.  the light is full and bright, the color of the sky has reached it's radiant blue and the moisture on the grass has burned off. the birds are not singing anymore and cars are driving along the road. i can almost feel that the day has shaken off its early morning glory. yet the shadows are still long. i feel awake. there is a restlessness in me this morning. a nervousness. my list of little wants and daily to-do's is long and i wish  i had gotten up earlier even before sun rise. i love the magic of the morning. working along the quiet rise of the day is powerful. mornings carry promises. it's all a question of faith.