It’s a cool almost summer morning.
I can still smell the dew on the grass.
The sun hasn’t yet decided to peek over the mountain. The street has a subtle glow, it’s not dark. But it isn’t exactly light.
I wave at the neighbors as we walk by, saying good morning.
The pup stops at every yard to catch all the smells.
I breathe in deeply. I am grateful.
For the fresh air, for my health, for this beautiful world that surrounds me. For so many more things, but these are what the morning reminds me to be grateful for.