Psalm 19

I watched the sunrise over a golf course this morning. I just got to sit and watch the dim gray light slowly swell into a clear, bright white morning. The sun was a shimmering, nearly flourescent ball of red-orange. The dew drops were heavy on the grass. Birds flew around in the trees overhead and a lone rabbit, only a dark smudge on the grass when I sat down, loped around sampling the grasses and weeds. I drank my coffee and luxuriated in the glory of the outdoors.

Someday, I want a house in the country with a front porch view just like that one.