Nothing existed for that millisecond between thoughts. All was still and painless. Laden mist raked by outstretched branches dragged by sodden ground. drumming out the meaning of summer. A reluctant morning hangs waist deep in chilled mist. Birds perch silently with anticipation.
Insects wake with perfect slant of splintered sun.
Penetrating heat slowly melts a cool slumber. Day is inevitable. From within the pitch black of our tiny cabin I look out past the silhouette of jagged tree tops to the billion, trillion stars of infinity. I listen past the gentle rustle of leaves to Love's melody of peace. I have been touched by eternity and God's boundless ever presence of now.