Early morning. My favorite time. The inky darkness surrounds me. The cool air touches my face. The thickness of the quiet envelopes my senses. So much peace and calm.
In the distance I hear the birds wakening. Their song to each other gently breaking the quiet. The neighbor's pet kitty steps softly through the grass and rubs against my foot. She jumps in my lap, purring as I caress her silky fur. We converse a few moments. She jumps down to go about her day.
I sit in the glow of my candle, watching the flicker, growing taller, stretching into the beautiful colors of the flame. Blue, shades of brown slipping into golden yellow. A rather hypnotic a flame moves to and fro, stretching and contracting.
The shadows are soft, not threatening. I reach for my coffee. The cup warms my hands as I bring it to my lips. The mist from the warm coffee releases the fragrance of the brew. Oh the first sip, pure delight. I sit for a while longer in the candle glow, lost in another time, another place.
One morning when you rise early from your sleep, I bid you to light a candle, sit in a comfy place outside and experience the candle glow.
Sallie Wysocki Art