Beautiful Morning

I woke up this morning to the sound of my dad's voice saying, "I didn't want to get you up, Paul, but it's time for you to get ready."
My dreams happily danced away to the percussion of the sprinklers jingling over the fields outside my childhood window. The country's summer perfume, made of fruit nectar, flowers and life, wafted past my pillow, carrying me away to memories of my girlhood. The emerald fields glittered outside like a lake in the morning sun; the gentle water drops adding to the sparkling sea. My soul was quiet.

As I drank in the calm of the morning, I felt an unexpected emotion. Just as I did as a girl, I felt peace and joy to the full. I felt an assurance that life was safe and lovely, and that my God-given dreams would somehow come to pass.
It was stunning...I can't seem to put words to it now. It was mysterious and enviable; full of wonder and hope.

It was a beautiful morning; one I'd like to live again and again.