I love morning energy. It is so gentle, but still one can sense momentum in motion. As the sun climbs higher, the stronger, harsher energy wins out, seizing the day. I’m not worried about that; I’ll be home long before the warrior sun triumphs. For now, my morning outing is like the great white egret in flight, slow and laid back, as if nothing else matters. The sun is warm, the breeze soft.
I hear crickets in the dense brush. It’s the first time I’ve heard them. They join the cicadas’ song–the sound of summer–and fill the air with an interesting melody. Many of the night birds are still out and about–the yellow-crowns, the great egret; the green herons take flight as I walk by.
Wildflowers catch my eye. I’m intrigued by the tall, purple thistle in bloom. Why haven’t I seen it before? Then vaguely remember that I have, but never looked close. What a remarkable design both the round sphere of a bud and wild, untamed bloom. A little farther I’m surprised to find a solitary, delicate, pink hibiscus swayed by the wind amid tall brush. Lovely. And over there, a tiny, white flower plays peek-a-boo from beneath its cover of grass.
Gentle energy begets gentle thoughts. Such a good way to start the day.