I think I like mornings the best.
Evenings are nice, as silence descends over work's busy fields. Darkness embraces the earth in a final blaze of light. Flora and fauna alike, people and animal alike, relax and rest. Labors cease.
Nights are magical. Standing in inky blackness, just me and the sky, in awe I admire the vastness of space. Me, so small, in the totality of it all, can all that really be up there?
Afternoons are enjoyable. The sun warming the soil, the insects are alive, crawling and buzzing. Millions of creatures, seen and unseen, are moving and shifting in their daily activities all around me.
But no, I like mornings the best - when the last vestiges of night still cling to the landscape and the only sounds I hear are a few twittering birds and the whispers of the wind. Even the sun struggles to awaken, with brilliant beams brushing the clouds away from its face.
There we sit, my dog and I, warming our faces, eyes closed, drinking in the sunlight and sound - almost inert.
Mornings never stay long; they soon tire and turn to eve. But the good thing is they always return. This is a cycle I am never weary of.
Yes, I think I like mornings the best.
*This article was originally posted at Pix-N-Pens, Thursday, January 8, 2009.
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Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.
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