Morning is my favorite time. I like the quiet, the promise in the new start of a day, the relief of having made it through another day and all is still well with my world. I like the feeling of unlimited possibilities that seems to be my morning experience.
Mickey and I went out for our morning walk, all bundled up against the cold. Or, at least I thought we were bundled up until a neighbor rushed by admonishing me for not wearing a hat in this weather. Oh, well, it’s all a matter of perception.
Walking East toward the rising sun, I noticed the windows of the brownstones across the street sparkling like jewels. Up ahead, as the sun’s rays reached out into the heavens, there was a glow in the bare tree branches, like a light bulb…it seems that plastic bags tangled in tree branches are a good way to catch the morning light!