Atop the corn stalks a glint of golden hue laid like an interwoven quilt and if I squinted my eyes just right I could see the mist lifting off the tips. The chatter of the morning birds gave life to the morning scene. Then it happened the moment I walked so quickly to experience; the brilliance of the morning sun gently, slowly, made its debut above the tree line and the mystic morning lost a bit of its mysterious luster as the light shone up into the sky and the day began.
Sunrise at Pete’s Puddle, September 11, 2017 Daily Reflection
September 11, 2017
Atop the corn stalks a glint of golden hue laid like an interwoven quilt and if I squinted my eyes just right I could see the mist lifting off the tips. The chatter of the morning birds gave life to the morning scene. Then it happened the moment I walked so quickly to experience; the brilliance of the morning sun gently, slowly, made its debut above the tree line and the mystic morning lost a bit of its mysterious luster as the light shone up into the sky and the day began.