The first morning light peeking through the windows, making me wish I lived in a glass house.
The first chirping of the birds, the scurrying of the chipmunks in front of my door, the squirrels at the bird feeders again. The soft sounds from the wind chimes in the garden.
The delicate pedals of the flowers, the vivid green grass, both glistening from the drops of the first mornings dew.
Time for coffee, the mornings first brew.
The wondrous aroma of French Roast, encircling the kitchen. Aroma slowly creeping down the hall, peaceful, soothing, filling the house with the smell of a new day.
This moment could last forever without boredom.
A time to reflect on all of God's creations.
The pungent scent of the lavender bushes along the walk, the gentler smell of petunias, roses, and freshly cut grass.
The sight of the fluffy pillow like clouds against the silky light blue sky.
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