In the early morning light, it is quiet and peaceful. The sun slowly emerges, the birds begin to sing, and Señor Yappy starts up his barking. I sip my coffee, take in the view out my window, and smile.
morning glory
“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”
–Walt Whitman
…or the little buds on my orchid against the morning sunrise. Yeah. That too.