A Monday Morning Ramble

Fog hung in the morning air, meeting the heavy dew on the ground.  Droplets of water hanging from nearly every surface in such order and design that my entire walk felt as if it was draped in fine lace.  The grass under my toes, chilly but soft and tender, good feeling, like when you find that cool spot on your pillow.    The world around me feels gentle, whispering in a silent language of beauty.   It is for these quiet walks in the morning, that I receive my nourishment.   It is at these times, that my soul feels fed and calmed to a level much the same as comes from an hour of silent meditation.  Eyes open, heart prepared for receiving, ears tuned, this is my morning.