Early Morning
Early morning in the county and there is a peace wisped in with the thin fog. It is quiet, serenely quiet, and the feeling is of a massage of the soul. The silence is slightly broken by coyotes howling close by. The wildness in their cries is not an interruption but a different verse in the song of morning peace. The coyotes howl again in defiance of the civilized world and now the neighbors' dogs bark back their excuses.
The faint smell from a fire built last night is coming through the open window with the cool air. My world is at peace. Thank you, God, for being here. Praise God.
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