Enlightenment

There is a hot air balloon floating across the hazy sky.

The morning sunshine is trying to burn through the mist.

The forest seems to be whispering, reluctant to break the mood.

Even the birds are quietly greeting the new day.

Some morning skies

beg to be photographed and applauded.

This one saturates dry places in the souls

of those receiving the hug from God.

Leaning closer,

absorbing and returning the embrace

is the only response necessary.

(7:30 EST)