Early Morning Walk

Most mornings, for me, begin slowly with a pot of tea & the practice of yoga. But every once in a while I get up early & take an early morning walk.




These photos do not do justice to the beauty of the quiet early morning. The delicate first light casts the subtlest of shadows over soft morning colors & the orchestra of bird song is at it's height, welcoming the day.




The early morning mist hovers just above the tree line, until the sun fully rises & burns it away.




The poppies, scattered along the roadside still have the evenings dew on their faces.




And the fragile morning light gently sparkles it's reflection on the river as I walk along it's edge.




All of the gardens seem more vivid & beautiful in the early morning too. Wether a wild profusion of flowers or the neat, tidy rows of vegetables, the gardens seem to glisten in the chill of the morning air.




Moments like these, make me realize what I am missing, when I am slow to begin my day. I must remember to get up early more often, in order to enjoy this beauty of morning unfolding.