How the Mountains Wake Up in My World
|09/06/2013||Posted by Jane under bits and pieces||
In the early morning, I sat on my parents’ front porch glider, waiting for the mountains to wake from their blue slumber.
Crickets, birds, cows moo’ing in the distance … causing the gentle hills to stir.
A peaceful wait, until the sun gently scratched the sleepy noggin’ of the tallest peak, whispering “time to wake up, beautiful.”
For today … that was enough … so very enough.
There is much more to tell. For another day.
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