The morning calls me. It whispers in the moments between sleep and awake. It is easy to miss the call when the mind is in turmoil. But today it called me. I heard the whisper of the morning and I searched it out. I sat with it and listened to it as it welcomed me with openness. And when I bid it goodbye my soul was a little lighter than before. I thanked the morning for the moment and I know I'll be back again.
Never pass up a chance to sit with the sunrise or sunset because your very soul can depend on it's release.