I woke to the tune “It’s A Beautiful Morning” by the Young Rascals this morning. You can hear it here if you want.
Let’s see, what is beautiful about this morning. As I look out the window of my writing studio I see gray clouds. I see drizzle. I see the temperature is 38 degrees, and I can feel the cold slipping in under the door where I forgot to weatherstrip. J
On the other hand, I had breakfast with Bev, the love of my life, and I have already corresponded with some pretty incredible people I know on HubPages. The birds are chirping, for they could care less about the drizzle. The sounds of nature are all around me, for what does nature care if it is chilly? The neighborhood is awake and people are going about their business of living and loving.
It is just another day in a long succession of days that look very much the same, and yet each day is filled with unlimited possibilities and wonder.
Yes my friends, it is a beautiful morning, and I am so grateful to be alive and sharing it with all of you.