I opened my eyes (finally) this morning to a beautiful scene outside my window. The leaves are on the ground now, having done their best to shade us from the heat of summer and serenade us in the breezes. The carpet that they make for the earth is mostly yellow and gives the morning a quiet glow that urges me on to this Saturday. There is expectation in their invitation and I recall a verse from long ago that has stayed with me and pops up often to get me out of bed and into the day.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. (Kahlil Gibran – The Prophet)