Life is best lived simply, one day at a time. Not to be hurried through but savored, like a fine wine. In the early morning hours, in the serenity of my mountain haven I watch the day being to unfold. Each day dawn renews itself ever uniquely. It unfolds like a rosebud opening to the warmth of the sun slowly. A slight radiant pink tiptoes gradually beyond the mountain spreading like watercolors on a wet canvas and the sky slowly lightens from the gray night’s end to take on the lighter blue hues of day. It’s like a personal greeting from the universe itself with you the only audience. A show put on for the attentive.
This day is mine!
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