'morning

And then it's Sunday morning. 
Beautifully gorgeous, open your windows let the fresh air breeze through, kind of morning.  Still a little hazy from the sun coming out behind the cloudy pale sky and the morning so quiet even the birds are enjoying the silence.  What did I do to deserve these moments of absolute magnificence and the time to stop and realize they are happening?  Right now, right here, at this moment.
Even the threat of daily drudge and the swirl of routine is held at bay in order for me to take the precious moments to breathe it in and let it fill the hollows and banish the bland.  It might be one of those times to take advantage of the old cliché of stopping to smell the roses.  Not because they are always there and in bloom but because this is the moment I am given and have the sense to see it as the opportunity it is.  Right now, right here, at this moment.  They don't last long.
But sometimes, sometimes, just long enough.
TT