there are too many beautiful things catching my eye.
The valleys between the large, green mountains have rivers of fog flowing through them.
In and over the trees.
The sun gives off a golden glow, and blankets everything in it's reach.
Beads of water resting lazily and catching the sunbeams. The streams of light create a lambency that is dancing across the field.
Telling everyone the day is coming on strong.
The lines on the highway are not mocking us now.
Not at this time of day.
Everything encompassed in the simple glory of the morning. Moving.
It catches my soul and remains reserved in my mind.