As the morning begins and stirs to life, I listen to the distant sound of tires on the interstate and imagine people rushing to jobs. The school bus comes down the hill, carrying a cargo of lively children off to begin their second week of school.
Leaves nod and stir as a squirrel jumps from limb to limb. There is a quietness among birds as the morning begins, not the exuberant calls of early spring. Most of the bird babies have flown the nests and the plumage of their parents is less brilliant than in the early spring.
I wonder what the day holds and hope for peace and joy for mankind, knowing those things are far removed from the lives of many people. A new day rises and so does hope, as the morning begins.
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