Dear Morning

Dear Morning

You are beautiful, new and peaceful. You wrap cool, grey arms around me, but I am warmed by your first coffee.

I would love to linger and enjoy your company, but I must hurry.

It’s Sunday and I want to go worship your creator.


PS: I loved the shadows you gave me. I’ll post them on Shadow Shot Sunday over at Hey Harriet. I’m sure you’ll see lots of familiar faces over there.