Sunrise 9/14/04

I sat there a long time. I was Content on the soft honey-colored grasses that had been dampened with morning dew. My rear was a little wet as a result, but it didn't bother me any. The birds were singing as though they thought that the notes themselves were calling up the sun.
The air was clear and fresh from the recent not-quite-fall rains which mixed with the smell of earth. it was a country smell, a homey smell I thought. The air was chilly and brisk, but it would still bring a warm afternoon. It was a time of change, of summer becoming autumn. And so it was for me a time of change, school would begin soon. Too soon, I grumbled.
I pushed these thoughts from my mind and focused on the morning. Impulsively, naturally, I began to sing. Harmonizing with the oldest of all melodies of nature, I began to sing. There was a certain righness in it.
"Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God almighty, early in the mor-ning our song shall rise to thee!"
The rays of the sun gracefully poured over the distant hills, their white hotness blinding me momentarily. I continued to watch the day begin from the high hillside, procrastinating the start of my days work.
The blues above deepened and somewhere a rooster crowed and so I stood. Putting my things back into my grey bag I turned back toward home.
The day had began.