Tuesday, December 13, 2011

December 13, 2011

I love that time of day when just for a fleeting moment night and day collide; when the slightest speck of light; dim, yet so indomitable, burst through the early gloom saturating the stillness. Shadows and light making brilliant specks on my dinning table; gold dust upon the earth—pre dawn; or early morning.

I have always been a morning child and even on those occasions when waking up early is not required, I still do. I would rather compromise a few hours of sleep, than miss the wee hours of morning to it.
The quiet house feels so peaceful in the early morning and requires only a print of sunshine for me to be carried away on the wings of floating dreams… If only I could capture the feeling in a bottle and savor it all day.

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