Early Morning

I love early morning. I don't always like being up early, but the air is never the same as early morning. Being outside is the one place that I notice I am using my senses. First stepping out into a world of color and texture, and then the smell. The air today has hardly any smell to it, just slight damp. You can see the leaves flutter just barely, but not feel the soft breeze. Yet, this morning is magical, for no other reason than I stepped out and felt God, in every sense I experienced being outside this morning. When you engage in the moment and hear the little chirps of birds and quiet. I am awake, alive and grateful. I love early morning when I experience it.