Morning Mist

I walk through the morning mists with millions who have walked the morning before me. Following in the steps of ancestors who I can name and those who are nameless to me, I breathe in the last vestiges of the still night as it mingles with the new day. The stillness wraps me in gentle arms, carrying me softly into the new day, reminding me to greet it with tender curiosity and earnest hope. It reminds me to love the earth beneath my feet and the people and critters that surround me. This stillness pulls me deeply into this particular moment in this particular place. What a blessing it is to be here now, suspended among the vapor of yesterdays and tomorrows.