There was a real shift in the air this morning. Crisp and nippy, just the way I like an autumn morning to be. Perfect for thinking about sweaters, steamy apple cider, and maybe, a cozy fireplace later in the afternoon with a good book.
The performing arts facility where hubby and I clean in the wee small hours overlooks a lake. The surface was laden with mist this morning. I wanted to go and sit on the bench and watch it swirling as it grew light.
I don't know why, but when I see mornings like this, I wonder if it must have been like this in the Garden of Eden in its early days. Fresh with promise. Pure as a new baby. Soul satisfyingly beautiful.
Alas, fingermarks on large glass windows beckoned me back to work. Yet, this glimpse in this unexpected moment leaves its happy imprint on my mind.
Wishing you a beautiful day!