The sun played tag with the waters edged as the ducks quacked in the near yellow grass. If it weren’t for their mumbles of good morning the area would be silently dead. I sat on a rock that was still cold from the nights chill and it seeped into my jeans. I watched as the dark sky welcomed the light and a rim of honey blue lines formed above the mountains in front of me. The air smells fresh and crisp as the sun descends out of the depth as our earth rotates. I’ll sigh as the world rolls to a start and the closest highway becomes crowded. I like to sit in the early days just to feel the earth moving beneath my feet and to let my mind wander to wonderful places, as I sip my tea. Written by Alecia Writes
Alecia Writes 