I detest mornings. No matter how hard I try to change that, I still have difficulty with that simple action of throwing back the covers and putting my feet on the ground. In a perfect world, there would be no alarm clocks.
Now I have said that though, there is one aspect of my mornings that I am beginning to enjoy. That is when I arrive on time at the bus stop and have a couple minutes to myself to breathe in the crisp, clean air and admire the view around me.
I love it.
I love the way the sun hits the trees making them appear a beautiful green and gold. I love how the fog skims the fields and creeps between the rolling hills. I love how green is the dominant color. I love how three hot air balloons rise into the blue-white sky just as the sun peeks over the trees. I love how each morning that marvelous white building on the top of the hill reflects the color of the sun rise. Today it was the color of oranges and lavender. I love it.
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