Spring mornings are the best. I love going outside in the early morning, when the sun is rising and much of the neighborhood is still asleep. The birds are making a ruckus, the flowers are opening, dew glistens on each blade of grass, and the sky is filled with a range of soft colors. There are merely a few moments before I tune into the horns, the rush of cars, the ringing office phones, and yelling children, but for right now, I enjoy a quiet morning.
Dew drops clinging to Mama’s lilies.