Awake pre-dawn, listening to rain softly dripping near my window. A beautiful sound. Outside, the ground was just damp and smelling wonderful. Later, as the sun came up, I walked outside again and was struck by the quiet vibrancy. The previous day had been very windy, now all was still, and fresh. That’s what it was, it was freshened by the rain. Oh what a difference even a little makes. Not enough to register in the rain gauge, but enough to bring a zing to the air.
A morning like that could not be wasted, so away to the hills astride the horse. There’s the fox who lives out there, just trotting across the paddocks, until its sees me, and breaks into a run for home. The kangaroos, surprised from their grazing, quietly hop away. Off in the distance a magpie is singing to the day. A willy-wag-tail bounces about for insects. A fresh new day gently unfolds, and I am there to see it.
An hour later, it was back to an ordinary morning again. How thankful I was to have experienced the early magic of it. Too many times it is easy to get caught up with what we think needs to be done. I’ve missed too many magic moments because of this attitude, but I’m learning better ways now. This day, I will remember.