What a simple touch of God can grace us with is remarkable.

I woke up this morning at 630AM after only sleeping for about two hours and it’s just magnificent. I woke up to chills as a morning fog pranced across the yards from right to left before I stepped out my door to witness the astounding sun creep up behind the trees and reflect through them in beautiful spaces of delight. The fog dissipated, dawn was singing to the melody of the birds. Morning dew still moistened the tall, green blades of grass in the front yards and in the private plains behind the neighbors houses. As it dripped off railings and formed small puddles on the cars and wept down windshields, I was overwhelmed with this feeling of calm faith. This feeling that everything was going to be alright, the feeling that someday I would witness this from an apartment building as my fiance continued indulging himself in rest. Life is fucking gorgeous, magnificent, breathtaking, mysterious and oh so fucking satisfying. Thank you for allowing me this much needed connection with the dawn. I needed a reason to wake up.