There is just a hint of light in the sky. I can distinguish the tree line as an undulating darkness, but I cannot define individual trees.
The birds are beginning their morning ritual…morning music.
At first, I hear a solitary bird. Soon, another bird joins in with different notes. Shortly, I can no longer differentiate the number of participants. The song transitions into a subtle symphony.
The music is happy. I am happy.
The sky continues to lighten. I can now see the pasture fence and the hint of green grass. The distant mountains come into view. Stillness prevails.
I feel like I am one with my immediate, natural world. I am content.