Still Morning

We had a short shower yesterday evening. It left mostly clear skies, but off to the East were towering clouds that turned deep orange in the setting sun. As the sun faded, the dying thunderstorms filled the distant sky with lightning to add to the pale light of the lightning bugs.

This morning, as I sat on the porch, it was still. Only a few of the night insects were still singing. I watched as the light slowly revealed the pasture across the road. The distant trees were silhouettes and a thin ground fog hid the short grass. The lightest of leaves hung completely still.

The sky turned from a dim gray, to a dull blue, and the orange horizon soon promised the start of the day would be clear.

The mocking birds sang their morning song, and off in the distance, the dull thud of shotguns announced the start of the hunting day for those taking advantage of dove season.

The coffee was good, and the peaceful setting allowed me time to just sit and think. Not about anything important, but about how these simple moments are when worries can be pushed away, and the enjoyment of simple things clears away the things that can overwhelm, when allowed.

I don't know what the day will reveal, but it had a good start. Sunday doesn't demand getting ready for work, or the early trip to the office. That's what Sundays are for. After all, even God took a break on this day, and that's a good enough reason for me.