Paradise
At my house, sometimes in the morning, when the air is cool and smells of the moist creek, it feels like I'm steping out into paradise. The dew is damp on the pale flower petals and the sun is just starting to reach over the tips of the trees. A holy moment. And when you breath, your lungs overflow with this thick sweet juice that you can't hold in or get enough of. Your ears are sung with the talk of birds and water dancing or maybe fighting with the creek bed. Overused metaphors can't capture the intensity nor the simplicity of it all. It only is. And the only thing you can do is drop to your knees in awe and take it in, as much as you can hold. God it's beautiful.