Dark and cool, up before others, and in summer it was a joy. But these darker days the light is needed, so why not a fire because it is still too dark to walk the meadow.
The glow brightens everything considerably, and the fingernail moon dazzles me with its brilliance along with the snapping fire’s warmth. Soon the dawn breaks enough to walk leaving the fire but coming back to it.
Sun causes me to walk again yet sprinkles of rain mix with it making me smile with nature’s way of poking fun. Turning the corner back up by the hedgerow, a bunny’s cotton tail bobs as it hops away.
Looking up a stunner, unexpected rainbow appears, and my smiles of delight broaden. My day is made in the early mornings. A better sleep with morning excitement, some made, many given, once again fills with me joy.